Imagine this formless, liquid abyss
When the world is taken back, and monsters rule the trees
Ineffable dimensions, depths upon depths
Stumbling into confusion
The first cosmic day
God's Child soul
Living words passing from generation to generation
In a tone tinged with melancholy
The moan of doves and the feathers of ecstasy
This fathomless, multi-dimensional matrix.
Searches the skies of the realms below.

Gypsy