Primeval Wails

In my perpetual search for the truth of I
Mindful, I trudge through these valleys
Like a soaring condor I seek my treasure
The prophetic visions of entities unknown

I hear the pulse of all the sounds of the universe

In this gallery of infinite dimensions
The boundaries of matter flow in ghostly waves
Every voice whose counsel I sought speaks at once
With every utterance a wave of light and color

Untold wisdom dispensed through primitive parables
The language of nature reveals the secrets behind words
The interwoven plot of the fate of any and all things
Contained in all that exists and understood by none

From the primeval wails I heard the song of everlasting fire

My heart tainted black with malicious spite
Now hungers for unyielding retribution
These verses cannot be taught, cannot be learned
Credo quia absurdum