Spawn of the Cosmic Dust 0 – XII: Creation
A fecund supernova burst
Into a thousand worlds
Like the shattered mirror
Of God’s erratic mind

Banished shards and dust
Scattered by fate’s hand
Drift through desolate lands
And planets long dead

Mother Death, where do I come from?
Father Time, where do I go from here?

I’m the fool, a spore of life
Bearer of an ancient light
I journey out to the unknown
Inner wholeness is my real home

Finally settled upon firm soil
Grown tired of eternal exile
I’m no longer a wanderer though
A stranger still to this land’s pulse
Left to succumb to shame
The hanged martyr awakes
To a totality beyond perspective
And merges with nothingness

I come from nowhere, I am nowhere!
I come from nowhere, I am nowhere!