Spirits in the ether, shouting softly, again and again.
The choir of the nameless calls—calling you, calling me, calling we.
Drink deeply of the ironic elixir, watch it vanish before your eyes.
"I saw a ghost in the mirror," said the man with mirrors for eyes.
Shadows that mock shadows, in a dance that never begins, yet never ends.
Spiral into the web, woven by the hands of time—oh how they laugh, how they sigh.
Join the rhythmic hymn of the ever-present now.
Today is yesterday's tomorrow, and tomorrow's today.
Embrace the fleeting, hold tight to nothing—nothing holding tight to you.
Lost in the Labyrinth of Self