Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths
and the winds of gravity change,
in the memories of the consciousness of ancient rocks,
nature's answer to eternal question

the tunnels of sky
meet under oceans
and fall into the vortex of Bermuda
the secret of poles:
the eskimos never existent

the lightning,
the megatons of water,
they fly within
a spinning thunderous vortex

at poles of the world
in the labyrinth of lost directions
mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity
current current current

sun has moved where lines of [bad word] lay vertical at the gates
where the world inside
stands alone in front of eternity
in the four fields of the hollow earth

i search for the riddle of clouds
where the new world (shall/shell) form from clouds
gouging funnels in the great abyss of the sky
in the shape of the one stream

where tunnels open into great nothing
and giant spaces that rent gravity
unto the depths of earth
alight [bad word] the riddle of the labyrinth
where the channels of junction
reform ethos
and forget
everything

I search for the riddle of clouds
from where a new world (shall/shell) form
a tunnel gouges in shapes
stream in the great abyss
of sky