The ions circle & spin down the spiral
continuously contracting through concentric circles
At the bottom of the abyss
the combustion cocoon is created
Within this white womb
the soul sheds its scars
and animaic echoes begin to grow
In the depths deeper than bones
whispers begin to hint of wishes
Dark dreams dance in the distance
all the while patiently waiting
for the subconscious cyclops to come out and play
Once witnessed...
their burning begins
The transition tricity takes hold
The desires begin to dig
The path pushes through
What was "in" now becomes "out"
Breaths begin to sound off like bombs
and the backbone arches backwards
Feet stomp and sink through the soil
as hungry hands scratch at the sky
The body becomes a burning effigy of an X
and the human becomes red
