When there was no shape The apex of answers was still untold
They are not the prime of existence Nor are they of the other realm They are not the mouths that breath life When the heavens and sky were still not created They were not the void or the light
Reverse the thoughts Channel the foundation Earth Station One may give us a clue
When there was no shape They were not the source
Dimensional disassembly The apex of answers may unfold
Three times metamorphosis They are of the No-thing, if anything Negate the divine for an answer Discover the meaning, trace the lines
Lahoot Salbi, Apophasis
Even asks Zarathustra Who are the divine?
Reverse the thoughts Channel the foundation Earth Station One may give us a clue
The Word, the Sham, the Vessel
Repeat the word like grains of soil Cycle of queues in the dark
