Tempus Fugit
Coffin purporting grandfather clock
Adorning insane hieroglyphs
Extraneous hands gesture my entrance
Therein-impossible angles
Of transdimensional interior.
All truths of multiversal
Knowing revealed
Nothing unrealised.
I consume dimensions
Passing through unearthly
Stupendous neo vistars.
Occult splendour were revealed.
The foul express through angles
The pure through curves.