Infra violet and ultra red
the living in middle world stand vigil
on so little of existence
that all is lost from mind

to sense what lies beyond
the realm of halfway
on the mind
tricks are to be made

the epicenter of reality
accounts to not of it
as the mind grasps meekly
on the grand stage
of the universal show

the guide to wisdom
wells not from the observer
of sanity
as the mind asunder
grasping the chalice of madness

the rattle carried by the void
holds the key's to locks known
just to sense the opened threshold
of soul to mind