Testo di Scattering The Timeweb

I made the posture of EIXI I drew the sign of the southern tower Awoke in a distant sea of purple and bliss In a far off corner of a world close, still afar The stroke of God's hand upon my brow A subparticular caress of the universe As in a fevery dream I meet a greater reality I took hold of time, by a note in minor b A ladder of light, seen not by eye but mind Appearing before me in this grandeur rite I splinter the frosted web of time with the cup I leap forward into a history ancient and bygone In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation And in my spine I felt its end An ever raging pool of unpredictability I dived and swam on the back of a whale of white noise In the palm of my hand I read of God's creation And in my spine I felt its end