Axioms Of aphotic expressions
At this acute cellulotic moment
At this junction of catastrophy
A million pixel-lated twigs
Of leaping faith
Fall across to the steps I must trace back

Cross between these tasteless ears and eyes of random order
Walk with me and let us view what is far beyond your cry
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Half the creation
Out of the hidden experimental limits
As the seconds hand of my clock
Stops

Winding the optics of a new distant future
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Are we but pawns
That move back and front
In this maze that you failed to engineer?

The meaning of this monologue. lost
The essence to talking to oneself
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
The essence to talking to oneself

Winding the optics of a new distant future
Insinuating obstruction at every stage
Are we those eyes?
That was meant to see behind
Are we those eyes?
That would never see beyond
Are we but pawns?
That move back and front
In this maze that you failed to engineer?

I attempt my rapture
For the next capture
In these timeless pastures