Magic the moment when
In this realm of dulled perception
Where minds tick regular as clockwork
And thoughts and ideas
Never change direction:

Chaos and beauty collide
In a dance infernal
Hinting at the immutability
Of the universe
To the withered eye, exposed to the eternal

We’re blind men on the stairwell of life
Groping, reaching higher
Towards the source
Towards the light
Of the divine fire