I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation weaving apathy to my need Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes adepts in oblique pa**ing without meaning we are saturrated of cold intent and the air feels dead so no-one breathes. I sense light blending in broken mirrors I sense world bending around me In this bleary mind I trail my reason like a withered limb a burden to consume Even in this delirium still binding me Frail is the illusion of world bound by flesh Indeed.