The quest of omniscience
Forthright eloquence
To behold the end of horizon
Observation of foresights
Inhaling circulations of the soul
The aura of stars, the fusion of frequencies
Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases
The certitude of generations' adherent
Perpetual folkways of the soul sphere
I grant my visions, the burden I bear
I am midst by the cause of reality
Entwined by the senses of fantasy
I have walked through fields of grievance
Eras of spiritual fragmentation
I have walked through the woods of peasants
Dawn of the souls solar morning
The certitude of generations' adherent
Perpetual folkways of the soul sphere
I grant my visions, the burden I bear
The quest of omniscience
Forthright eloquence
To spear the hallow star
Conservation of the solar fuse
Exhaling circulations of the soul
The aura of stars, the fusion of frequencies
Measure of all, the blur of the frame that ceases
I have fallen through spheres of diversity
Eras of ending spiritual solemnity
Opened the gate of ion fire
The warming well of wisdom |
