Deaths Head Hawkmoth
Theory of everything
Absolutely everything
Feast for the senses fit for a king
This is the glory of which the angels in heaven sing
The mathematics underlines the façade
Beneath which there is visage of very God
The extension of vortex goes where mind would not dare prod
Its ever increasing temporal shift by even highest beings is awed
There is a great equinox
In continuity two numbers not equal being equal is paradox
At less the outcome is the same because both end in absolute this is the equinox
Where the soul and divine crosswalks
But in the end its just echo of infinity
But for true majesty
Equinox also has a key
And in that lies its simplicity
Death’s head hawkmoth is a puzzling thing
But should it fear to the soul bring
Or is it wonderful unusual thing
As unusual as theory of everything
In simple phrase
Ultimate consciousness is that phrase
Yet its echo does amaze
Especially is no reference point positive or negative reflects ultimate in that phrase
Like death head this phrase is a curious thing
Because it reflects everything
And anything describing everything
Is divine thing
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