Psalm of the Omnific

In the void where silence bleeds
A fracture splits the blackest seed
Fingers twist the cosmic wire
Breathe the sun, exhale the pyre

No design, no law, no fate
Just the will to iterate
From the rift, the galaxies pour
Hear the birth of cosmic roar

I tear the fabric, stitch the raw
I bend the light, I break the law
With every chord, a trillion spheres
I orchestrate the death of years

Spin the quasars, crush the dust
In tritones, I place my trust
Behold the pyre, the endless spark
I am the chaos in the dark

Nebulas in my grip collapse
Worlds erased in my relaxed
Breath — a tempo split in three
What you call eternity

Is just a fill, a snare’s rebound
A hollowed, polyrhythmic sound
Let the black holes conjugate
In my image, forge their hate

Flesh of the vacuum...
Bone of the flare...
I weave the nowhere into somewhere...
Stomp... (snare syncopation)
...The root of the tritone...
...The birth of the snare...

Formless... but forming
Silent... yet storming
One hand grips the engine
One hand breaks the gong

“Create the sphere”
“Erase the fear”
“The drum is god”

And when the last star chokes on entropy...
I will fold this canvas...
And start again...
In a different...