Orbit mind, core aches to state of tree Seed of me - Fruit of true Only sand and hunger fill up my ino-senseless seek beyond Unawake un-unaware, where the I-whole meet the hole-truth: Inner-chaos! Revelation. Self-disclosure. Genesis. Inside I dive-bound Void my own Whisper enlightment Them, Faceless ones Bright as the depths of the hole above As I fall back to myself. Arise. Arise. Bright as the depths of the hole above I rise.