Loose ends melt away

To the point of ends

And beginnings no longer existing.

The facility is gone

And naturalness disintegrated.

I give into the hatching

Of spiritual lies to console

What is left of me.

I seek myself in a new state

One where the fear of form

Extinguishes me.

I fall within a void,

One which doesn't know its course.

I participate in nothing

That includes matter or

Too fresh flesh.

What ravishes me

Is the search for life in emotionlessness.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                 Section 158