Questions, ponderence.
Random filling of the nothingness.
The mind, the knowledge:
Can’t you see it’s all I’m after?

Arithmetic dissection, (of the universe)
My cabalistic dance.
An alchemic dissertation,
My unending penance.

Reflections, transcendence,
Virtual painting of the neuro-net.
The set, the sound, the lights…
The show is all set

Bizarre descent
In the land of the weird
Logarithmic acceleration,
Insufficient preparation.

My thoughts are mangled;
My destination is set.
Gravity’s got its hold on me,
I tumble upon death.

Ouch…..You missed me, bitch.

My quest is unfinished,
My curiosity undiminished.
I still have to tell you:
Words and visions,

I’m dying to get through;
It’s now all up to you.

Gravity gets its final hold on me,
As I fall upon the ground.
I feel her cold eternal touch
As I fade off without a sound.