[Written shortly after 'In collision', tell me what it is about.]



Sulphurous philosophical revolt

Chant my unspoken name

Of seven words and thirteen numbers

Drenched in the chalice of vitriol



Mazed illusions

Flesh and decay of the womb- shaped Hell

I'm king of a perishing realm

Which I rebuild to cleanse the void



I am the world

A universe dies on the screen of my eyes



Scarred be the wounds that bleed afresh

The wounds of timeless structure

From north to south meridians fall

Into oceans where the call is

From north to south meridians fall deep