Masterpiece's Parallelism

The Earth's core is pulsating in a dull trance
 My body has sunk its veins deep into the ground
 I am the measure of a world that converges on death
 Fleshless being drifting at the whim of tides
 Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic
 As heavens would face the netherworld
 The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation
 Eel of precedence-to-be wriggling within the seabed's cracks
 That bends at the echoes of beats of existence
 Torus of desire under the will of the atmosphere
 Concentric spirals of choking incarnation
 Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic
 As heavens would face the netherworld
 The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation
 Orbital furrows of a fractal space deformed
 Ballet of void revolving in insane arabesques
 Caught into the labile tangents of a bubble-world
 With the porous membrane of a blurred screen
 Janus' silent supplications
 My universe is naught but the paradox of an eternal return
 Reflection stays but the virtuality of a parallel mosaic
 As heavens would face the netherworld
 The matrix that crosses every artifact of our constellation
 And yet virtuality brings more than an ethereal moth's fantasy
 The being of radical otherness
 Madness is the masterpiece of humankind