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A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis<br />Fragments, threads of the origin's shape<br />The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis<br />Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape<br /><br />"And when my soul and spirit unites<br />in a oneness of the four elements<br />I'll be the magician of cosmic rites<br />Using astral instruments"<br /><br />Like the released psyche of the creator<br />Swirling around the origin's indicator<br />Visions from the spiral generator<br />E.S.P. Mirage!<br />I intersect the shining pulsator<br />When I travel in this spirit simulator<br />Receiving visions from the generator<br />E.S.P. Mirage!<br /><br />Perplexed by the questions of our existence<br />The patterns in external reality<br />Secretive formulas along an unthinkable distance<br />Force the thinking into unexplored philosophy<br /><br />An entity which spins in the galaxy hurricane<br />With a plasticity changing by the age<br />The director of periodic meteor rain<br />Which seems to be framed by a mathematical cage<br /><br />Mother to events so violent<br />But as no one hears it, it may be silent<br /><br />"Therefore my thinking I'll incubate<br />and search in the duality of I and Me<br />'cause from trumpets you can alienate<br />But from silence you can't flee"<br /><br />Remotely viewing other planes<br />Using my mind's eye to gaze<br />As I detect the spiral's stains<br />In microbes, mountains and every inch of space<br /><br />Trembling before its divinity<br />It may be larger than infinity
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A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis<br />Fragments, threads of the origin's shape<br />The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis<br />Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape<br /><br />"And when my soul and spirit unites<br />in a oneness of the four elements<br />I'll be the magician of cosmic rites<br />Using astral instruments"<br /><br />Like the released psyche of the creator<br />Swirling around the origin's indicator<br />Visions from the spiral generator<br />E.S.P. Mirage!<br />I intersect the shining pulsator<br />When I travel in this spirit simulator<br />Receiving visions from the generator<br />E.S.P. Mirage!<br /><br />Perplexed by the questions of our existence<br />The patterns in external reality<br />Secretive formulas along an unthinkable distance<br />Force the thinking into unexplored philosophy<br /><br />An entity which spins in the galaxy hurricane<br />With a plasticity changing by the age<br />The director of periodic meteor rain<br />Which seems to be framed by a mathematical cage<br /><br />Mother to events so violent<br />But as no one hears it, it may be silent<br /><br />"Therefore my thinking I'll incubate<br />and search in the duality of I and Me<br />'cause from trumpets you can alienate<br />But from silence you can't flee"<br /><br />Remotely viewing other planes<br />Using my mind's eye to gaze<br />As I detect the spiral's stains<br />In microbes, mountains and every inch of space<br /><br />Trembling before its divinity<br />It may be larger than infinity
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