At first I was the Viewer of The Man in the Glass,

Though now I am become The Observed.

Relationship enfolding within future the past,

Linearity becoming absurd.

I witness now a Being here,

As I was before,

His service is my service,

We are equal, no more.

Enchanting I am chanting,

As I'm laid down to rest,

Entombed and procreating,

I Am within your breast.

The son is in the father, 

Who is also a son, 

The mirror inflicts its torment,

Where it never is done.

Controlled and procreated,

I Am within the storm,

A zealot on a mission, 

To avoid the reborn.

Purity is functional,

And purely coherent,

A light within the eyes, 

And it is purely endearing.

Taking out the inside, 

With entrails exposed,

Seeking out a message there, 

Which God did encode.

An overfabricated base perception of mine, 

Has underfabricated my perception divine.

The looseness of my actions, 

Grips tight up on my throat,

Such doubts and self-deception,

Should I fully devote,

My time and my attention, 

To the Truest of cause,

So stuck and so distracted,

By these physical laws.