In the malignant corners of former lives
Where fungus festers hauntingly
And all the wisdom still survives
That led us on unanswered…

The shadow cauldron stirs in crimson
Phantoms twist in mystic form
All the cosmos comes unhidden
Spinning in a storm

Wretch and frenzy stretching empty etchings into flimsy space
Wit and wimsy skipping stencils over mental pander angles firmly uninplace

What does it mean, this mindless old banter?
What is the secret it holds?

None but the goals of the roles that direct us
Here lies the nexus of magnum complexus
Refraction impacting the light that projects us
Upon the embankment of souls that inject us
Into the mythic unanswered