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Within the dormant blaze of inner galaxies

From singularity of our black-charred wisdom

The true joy of living when i rot

As i rise my hand to deeds no longer

When my voice is but a whisper remembered

As the book of life is closed to me, the path opens

To dimensions of holiest nothingness from these solid dreams

The the vivid void that hurls its tail in cosmic vastness

Returning forever to grace of the un-manifested Master

Ex nihilo I emerge

As the serpent of mind is laid down in awe

Should the temple of flesh be emptied

And under the star of all morning glory

These ways of thy majesty will crystallize into adamantine power