I dread not the fruits of thought That await me in the aether. The sugar, the vinegar, The flood of quintessence. To hide, dissolve, emerge From quiescence. Across the veils the i wakes, And infinity observes The giver offer, the taker receive. Pure life awakened! Upon each plane the time waits, All dimensions never Halting transformation. Pure form arisen! The idea is the specter Crossing into matter's realm. The silence, the summoning, The ascension of essence. To know, constrain, advance With my presence.