Beneath the floating lotus
Tangled up in the origin of the essence of my being
Mud and roots mutilated
All of my arms and legs and heads
Crippling what I once was
At the bottom of the lake
I dig into the fragments of a deeper pandemonium of pain
Above the hourglass an arcane spell harnesses
And raises up the sands of my unconscious
Sending myself into a trance where gears of a clock turn backwards
Moments reside on a rusty wheel
Perpetually spinning on a pin inside a clock that isn't real
Spinning counter-clockwise
Crooked atoms realign
Chaos wanes against the hands of time
Chaos wanes inside the gaze of the eye of the elder vine
Beside the birth of nature ivy runs vertical
Up the walls of future ruins building places and
Opening memories in time
Seeing the once forgotten
Psychic eye of the elder vine
Opening the memories reflecting in the mirrors of myself
Spinning counter-clockwise
Crooked atoms realign
Spinning counter-clockwise
Crooked atoms realign
Chaos wanes against the hands of time