Through the distant present, molten dreams and shadow’s form. Darkness riddled with light and smoke.
Consciousness terra-formed by arcane volcanic flow. It seems so far away, so long ago.
Tidal forces of blazing being, translate obscure gibberish into emerging existence.
Form and emptiness dance on the summit of creation and dissolution.
Ebb and flow — flotsam and jetsam — temporal forms dissolve and delineate.
Creative chaos collides with intimate intention.
That which was is that what is.
Thou art that…