Vortex Prime

Silver blue visage of the moon is soaked in essence of the soul The moon looks eerie red in the mid fall The triad of time grows beyond all control It extends the depth of it all If there is a God his name could be time It is in time That nirvana of thought grows to sublime In ever expanding dimensions of by it spawned time The ultimate consciousness extends through abyss It is the spirit the divine the bliss Awe inspiring temporal expands of nirvana of thought is In ultimate consciousness ever greater that expanse is But there is always something beyond Something that from earlier realization has spawned But to expand the mind to point realization is not needed for the growth to unfold Now that is the power for soul to behold But even realization needed or not is subordinate to time But the powers of realization expand mastery of time And that is what is sublime And that is the power of vortexes prime