Aether Wind

Prostrate we fall before the grand transfiguration
 Senses dull into a kaleidoscopic labyrinth
 Into a trancelike state we rise before the eidolon
 Self-permutation into the purest divine
 Observing creation through multitudinous eyes
 Creating a sphere of concentrated perception
 Witnessing time as it crumbles into dust
 Impulsively formed into structures anew
 The incessant void rests in open palms
 A canvas on which to create and destroy
 Catalyzing time and space as energy
 The hands clasp the shards of nothingness
 Constructing the pillars of life
 Sculpted with fragments of time
 Written on parchments of sky
 Revealing the poetry of the gods
 Between congruent representations of time
 Exists a gap of complex irreverent forms
 An anarchy of the body and the senses
 Lying between the absurd and the sublime
 A disregard for the logic of the sentient
 Action defined by the absence of provocation
 Defining the will of those within its confines
 Through the decomposition of purpose and desire
 A pure creation
 Lucid and unfettered
 Bearing the aether wind
 Lifted into glorious
 Chaos
 The splendor beheld here has no end
 The splendor beheld here has no end
 The splendor beheld here has no end
 The splendor beheld here has no end