Vortices In The Stygian Maelstrom

Peering to the bottom of creation
 In search of vistas unknown to man
 To inherit aeons of evolution
 From the archaic vestiges of the occult
 From the state of detached electrons
 Violating the order of nature
 To the state of organic humanity
 Beyond the bounds of infinity
 I have seen this truth
 Vast, incredible temples of long-dead gods
 Edifices of black stone columns
 Back to the vortex of sound and motion
 Pouring seething columns of unrecognizable shapes
 Distorted beyond the range of vision
 Pillars reaching up into an aerial ocean of light
 A violation of the order of nature
 Behold the cosmic truth
 The fallacies of time and magnitude
 Form and matter
 Violating the order of nature
 Beyond the bounds of infinity
 Revolving in vortices of the Stygian maelstrom we once called insanity
 Blinding beams of kaleidoscopic spheres
 Revolving, forming constellations of shapes
 A galaxy of luminous murk and chaos
 In utter, absolute, loathsome profusion
 Utter, absolute solitude in infinite, sightless, soundless space
 Where daemons stride
 Between worlds to sow death and trembling madness
 A crippling solitude in infinite sightless, soundless space
 Regurgitated from the earth
 Back into emptiness