The universe is a temptation,
But the deeper mystery lies in self.
Crawling along mechanized
To the beat of an elsewhere drum.
Whispered confessions
Of the demonic absurdity of solitary spirits.
Hearing the path of least resistance,
Walking the line of complete persistence,
Banished to the enduring matter to despair over unreality.
Star-like in the dark rise the heaven-storming congresses,
Growing over the soul like weeds,
To tear the web of drives into mad delusion,
And expose the menace of the abyss.
The edge of life is evanescent in all its essence,
And the presence of posterity will illuminate an insensitive forehead,
Adoringly extending thoughts and attributes,
To give rise to the incubus phantom who dwells deep
In every individual whole of the eternal unified spirit.