baphomatic

lucifer rising from behind my third sky, beyond the broken canopy of ice, a bright disk, speckles heaven with neon heiroglyphs inspiring a kind of lust only found in the twilight of timelessness, a fascinated exodus, compelled by the pharoah fingers fashioned by a serpent hungry for its own tail, when the serpent swallows its own tail, the enigma of eternity is, does the universe, like the serpent, shit itself self-ingesting self out into its own mouth?