Creation Just have a taste of this dimension And lick the throb of an innate gene How to reproduce the screams of nature? How to reach the origin of sin? Send forth your intent of a new creation The construction of lines just in front of my eyes Describes a womb created by the ultimate hand And the change of sound into a liquid state Shows the deafening trance that is nailed to every life Reproduce the gamuts of light And harm the curl of perseverance Impeach the quietness of sand since primal time Hatch the empiric zygote that twists on my hands Built is the mesh for new colors and signs May the widespread impress shine for us Now, re-act.