The stone is glossy like chocolate waterfall
Smooth and dreamy are its edges as if folds of silk on them would fall
The stone is reflection of the soul
The secret and sacred medieval lore about it is written on a scroll
The gleaming countenance of celestial light
Like the motion of time as concept not result is surreal sight
To the core of spirit it brings delight
As cosmic mists like divine omens take flight
Omega is beyond souls’ base
It is visage of last fundamental place
Beyond time and space
The divine grace
It is compared with the soul
What beyond recoilless neural flame with vortex and all
Would be if there would be no such thing as soul
So it would be ultimate number in whole
Of course distance between omega and soul is
Much, much greater then by soul magnified version of neural abyss
As profound and deep as lovers kiss
Mesmerizing and truly divine is its bliss
The stars are hotter than any nuclear device
But their souls are cold as ice
The numbers that describe stars so precise
Are cold like ice
That is not to say their spirit isn’t there
But it is lot easier to visage of fire then visage of ice to stare
The magnified cells with vortex of souls their power will share
The magnitude of vortex imbued cells is so great it can scare
Because of recoilless nature it matters not
Wheatear life forms are simple or not
For complexity hindering their growth is not
With vortex they are as powerful as divine thought
Stone winds any poison to the spirit will reverse
That is what makes them power in universe
That power grows when with neural flame one it will immerse
Perhaps to greatest force in the universe