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