theorems of invocation Consigned to the thirsty soul Parallel dimension's fragmentation With a stronghold in a black hole Where phantoms channel the connection In a metaphysical drama (wisdom through the mother's milk) Waves in the interstellar ocean Shapes under veils of silk Still they let me feel their presence The archetype around me, inside me In every atom and second their essence As well as in the vibration frequency of the open sea Rainbows in colours never seen In symbioses with Nordic light that flashes in green