Chaos purified by the salt
The meaninglessness of it all, virtues of embracing chaos and getting free
Break the texts, burn the statues
Feeling the rush of trepidation drain you deeply
When the stars look down upon you and see a reflection
Nothingness coming from tranquillity
Look to the saints you hold so dearly
Passing through the portal leaving you behind so quickly
The definition of ascension
Called into question
Set yourself alight
As we look aside
We sailors, we’re cosmic curators
The fractals of nebulae won’t provide purpose
Embrace entropy as you fall into the corners of the fourth dimension
Submit to discord
And so you soar through aeons unfolded
Find your own destination within lack of destiny
You end up where you begin
The entropy was always within
You only needed to look therein