Equinox

Mental equinox is at about to descend That is where all the mental forces blend Great knowledge through it will be send Like nothing with which anyone can contend When it is at hand And with the soul it will expand Smelling like a fresh moorland That through all imagination will be spanned When it reaches domination of no boundaries with soul even further it will ascend And the all the bounds it will transcend As further and further it will extend Until with transitional force it will mend And as the visage of the equinox full separation yet zero resistance will demand To it that ability will be send Behind neural flame there is soul without measure beautiful and grand So imagine the soul of neural flame created by equinoxes’ invisible hand