Oh my master
I call unto thee...

I'm standing here, waiting. Staring into the...
There is no sense of time and space. Raven mist...

Of fractal symmetry be our demeanor's
Into a common structure amalgamating...

All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...

The sky a pitch black field,
on it the stars they burn so bright...

Concrete eyes feel nothing
feed false faith...