Hardened
Like when the fresh air burns the lungs
And spiraling harvests
Coagulate the mind
That's rotting away

Thoughts within soil
From within the forms as such
Behind Death's realms
Of Earth-bound souls
Forever in a past that never happened

Astral trepanation
Yields transcendental ecstasies
And woes of frigid distance
No longer feel so far
But within reason
Though out of reach

Through the doors we each must travel
Different markings either side
Without knowing the different colors
Of each beast's aura

Predisposed inertias
Propagate alien histories
As timelines weave between them while you sleep