A 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, A black lotus, facing downwards - The flow of seething visions, the chameleon from an abyss Which all things come, 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