The One Whose Name Has No End

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