A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis  Fragments, threads of the origin's shape  The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis  Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape    "And when my soul and spirit unites  in a oneness of the four elements  I'll be the magician of cosmic rites  Using astral instruments"    Like the released psyche of the creator  Swirling around the origin's indicator  Visions from the spiral generator  E.S.P. Mirage!  I intersect the shining pulsator  When I travel in this spirit simulator  Receiving visions from the generator  E.S.P. Mirage!    Perplexed by the questions of our existence  The patterns in external reality  Secretive formulas along an unthinkable distance  Force the thinking into unexplored philosophy    An entity which spins in the galaxy hurricane  With a plasticity changing by the age  The director of periodic meteor rain  Which seems to be framed by a mathematical cage    Mother to events so violent  But as no one hears it, it may be silent    "Therefore my thinking I'll incubate  and search in the duality of I and Me  'cause from trumpets you can alienate  But from silence you can't flee"    Remotely viewing other planes  Using my mind's eye to gaze  As I detect the spiral's stains  In microbes, mountains and every inch of space    Trembling before its divinity  It may be larger than infinity