Profound fictive acceleration
At the crossroads to incurable traumas
The futile flutters of non-physical existence
Exempted from all stages of comprehension
Purified from all dimensions
The premature labor of pure iniquity
In a timeless lopsided womb
The only mission of asset seeds
Is now being completed
Envisioning dim and abstract projections
To signify the line of man's existence
As his house possession or the part of space occupied by him
Or taken up by his extension
Endwise towards the horizons of bounds of scope
Endwise towards the clusters of reason