Algol’s Northern Lights

The skyline wide expanded awaiting the rite of entering
 Involving the mightiest force to absorb the particle
 Heralded by the obtoe-angular great mouth of immensity
 The single ego imbibes into universe dark
 Far north, the throbbing lights
 A demister as resting on the meridian
 Of the pillars that maintain the infinity
 As far as the perceptions capacity reaches
 The Algol's half-range still stands beyond
 Yet the light may blacken as the icicle may scald
 Something our breadth of glance makes inaccessible
 There, a thousands of platonian things themselves
 Or just a dimension of inconceivable notions
 The spheres where I fulfill the Wesensschau
 Lurking to swallow the universe
 Or a nominalism enchanted
 Within threefold dialectical comprehension
 As I enter the northern astral kingdom
 My soul becomes the mirror that reflects the world's entrails.