I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation weaving apathy to my need Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes adepts in oblique passing without meaning we are saturrated of cold intent and the air feels dead so no-one breathes. I sense light blending in broken mirrors I sense world bending around me In this bleary mind I trail my reason like a withered limb a burden to consume Even in this delirium still binding me Frail is the illusion of world bound by flesh Indeed.