pale figure, impale the space, 
Split in two, double-coiled - enter, into the womb, 
1000 arms reach out, ash-trees, ash-three, 
1000 eyes gaze upon you, 
Step forward and join the fog, 
The silvery space, then, 
Share a moment with the dark ones, 
black lotus, facing downwards - 
The flow of seething visions, the chameleon from an abyss Which all [bad word]  
The great one whose name has no end, 
Impale the pale, impale the essence, 
I shed off the chameleon skin and open the atlas of being, 1000 arms guide from chaos to clarity, 
1000 piercing eyes now evade me, await me