Conceived in a black hole mid the iris of the minds eye It’s critical mass collapsed ego pulls us deep inside Fueling the cosmic whirlpool Churning lie upon lie I’m singular, infinite, and beautiful There your throne is ethereal Lord of the vast nothing But somewhere in the brains grey material comes something An immaculate concept Brighter than light and too lite to be kept by subconscious gravity It flies on whimsical wings It changes everything Reversing relativity till the irrelevant is ideal It turns the wheel counter-clockwise Summoning the spirit. Arise, arise! A new universe unfolds And behold, a star is reborn. To decorate your sky