The Deepest Part Of Whatever

Like illusions or propheciesSnatch a part of my mindGathered till eternityFor a moment or centuriesshimmering motions on the beingSaid to be the slavery seaIs it a pleasure to foresee?Or the poison of ecstasy?In essential harmony should it beTo gain the treasure of entityOnce again unfading dreamCreation of the good and badCrawling through a deep abyssMask of lies or babies criesCarve confusion in the soulCaptured right before my eyesThe blackest moment of ancient eraVanishing through sand of timeAdventure ends to a mystic pathSeems to be the touched prophecy