Beyond the Mazeways to Ophidian Gnosis

It's blindness what your warrens became
 Lest you descend to depths you can't fathom
 Fragments of Yetzirah to feed the circle
 If more is less then you'll become all
 Why to embrace a dreamland perishing?
 Well, I abandoned my sight so I can See
 To shun the false light, Yaldabaoth
 Garden of Assiah under his rule tyrannical
 Cause-mos wherein the false mirror's idol
 Shall be chocked by the dimness of its own
 I self trail to anti-law's course,
 As a stream to its fountain lead
 As a seed that matures,
 Since its roots from non matter are fed
 Body of clay, body fragile,
 Such shapes lie beyond your grasp
 My spine like a serpent it slithers
 Masked under my nature's husk
 Climbing reversed to Antichton and what stands below
 Warmth coiling around my beinglessness acausal
 It's not for the blind to see my mercurial body glow!
 O what a glow, For I am the Sun and the world is my shroud!