Wormhole

Glow

Brane

Mute

Ollin

The speed of the light to a distant star

Residing inside of a hollow high-mass

The sun disappeared from the heavens

On its nightly pilgrim through the reference frame

The violence of pain and a sense of departure

Deeper down into its darkest flood

Fain

Propulsion

Plethora

Time perception

The hour-hand moved on, the timepiece drew breath

As the murmuring dwarf squatted the eternal

All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle

Following his footsteps to the sun

Lorn in the aeon of macrocosm

I see them run into the sinus of asininity

Gods blockade their eternity

Where do I run with this pain of mine

Lake of lies is turning to a sea

I see the shepherd howl, writhing, choking inside

With a black serpent hanging out of his mouth

I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat

My horror, my hatred, my loathing, my pity

Sky illuminated by the sun, Huitzilopochtli

Tunneling dilation, photonic crystaline

Nebulous terror within the nature

Darkly feared within all the mortals

Spectres of malign perversions

Floating through moonless crypts of mine

Far away inside the luminous loopholes

Shakenings tell the winds of zenith

Yonder where the storms rush down in sea

Colossal roots of the hoary earth