In the glass that is empty, overflows divine might.
In the chasm of silence, where new stars may ignite.
The void holds a state of potential in every instance.
Its darkness is the proof of an infinite existence.

Energetic quantum fields, they hold a nothing that is all.
There's a pleromatic silence that is actually the call.
Entropy keeps all her secrets, only told in conscious waves,
As new patterns are stitched from the fabric of decay.

Potential, though unspoken, lives in every empty heart.
Divine purpose suspended between the light and dark.
Space and time twist as both the future and the past,
Silence holds the truth, stating all was made to last.

For the empty always morphs into limitless creation.
Hearts beat the rhythms of our quantum contemplation.
A paradox prevails as the chaos becomes the tamed.
It's converging particles that blend into a single wave.

The empty glass, a garden. Quantum seeds begin to sprout.
In this parodoxic realm, there's an inside to the out.
In spaces between seconds, whole realities are grown.
Each moment is a leaf upon the tree of what's unknown.

My psyche falls apart, but its progression makes me whole.
Where absence turns into a dark salvation for the soul.
By the frequency of binaural pulses altered, I'm entranced.
The infinite, just waiting, in a single random chance.

In the silence of the mind, potential calls without a sound.
We're adrift in nothingness, lost in all that we have found.
Yet the glass that is empty holds a truth beyond profound,
I'm as infinite as darkness, I am nothingness unbound.

And in the space of emptiness, as pure as it is wide,
Is the force of a divine potential hid in the sublime.
Both broken and the whole, we let go to be embraced,
By the empty glass, to be transmogrified by conscious space.


♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦