In the absence of modern thought Through a small window of the old... Yearning for something long since forgotten Washed away by evolution creation and destruction But still, there remains, that... fleeting Something extinct, deep in the folds of the minds One true moment of virtue, pure Unseen by the soiled lens I venture to a place that shows me my mind A place of endless thirst for the unknown- and the unknowing In this place lies the key to the door Through the next realm Stepping over the final stone of man's creation Beyond the march of law, or order, or logic To a place that exists as pure thought Far away from this broken heart That bleeds a stream of betrayal You are what you experience Thus, through endless fields of pain this vessel has reached its breaking point for the last time It is time to abort
