The infinite laws of transformation (ACT 1 – Song 2)

The methods of time in a fractal design
We are reassembled in no time, in no time

This is the medium immediate, these are the holes in time
This is the relative arithmetic where everything collides

I shift shape

Transformation: is going out of range

I always imagined it would hurt but I only feel harmony
I don’t move past all things, they move through all of me

As I fold inside out, as I bend beliefs and will
As I realign my (inherent) behaviour, as I evaporate and distill

As I stand at the receiving end.

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