Synethesia
In holy matrimony
With metaplasia
Eyes that form
Where there’s truth to behold
Wings born from the need to fly
Flesh under will
Bodily be my magic
My alchemy
Secret my soul
Liquid my anatomy
Somaesthesia
Awakens to sentience
Hyperplasia its vessel
What the mind conceives
From Akasha’s unseen flow
Becomes one
With Malkuth’s pantheon
Ever-morphing shapes that grow
The spiritual eschaton has begun
Solo - Danny
My alchemy
My anatomy
