Reversing the view towards the soul  Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego  Naked from the warm familiar  company of matter    Here desires and fears are shaped,  uncontrolled multiplied in  the rhythm of ecstasy  gathered under the threat of  upcoming afflictions    Parallel futures that may  never happen are blocking  the entrance of the inner most sanctum  They are the guardians  Who is the master of this cosmos?  Who posted them here?  Illumination comes from within  and levitates the Eidolon    Effigies and marble busts lined in  external chains silent,  laden with creases deep like self deceit  They seem lost in their contemplation  their laurel wreath is withered    Now I know how felt the first amphibian  when allowing the air to inhabit in its lungs    The sceptre was always in my hand    ESOPTRON