Dark ribbons stream out of the center of the vision weaving serpentine patterns. Coming towards the viewer as if on a screen, and then disappearing streaming horizontally across the visual field.
Then the opening of stars and a panning upward to opening eyes white scleras and black pupils in the style of Kali Maa's three eyes the void A Divine Mother enrobed in stars.
Then void and silence again.
There is a sense of movement, bubbling void. The implicit outline of bubbles and the curves like writhing curvy bodies. A sense of the feminine and androgyne of Maa. Sapphic orgies.
The perspective shifts sideways and into first person. We, as visionary, previously only as witness, stand sideways upon the writhing void surface.
We sink in and through. The perspective shifts to third person again and the void is blank and silent.
Nikkitaar komme tshiim so kaam haam zhola ti maadheesha shambho shaman a Roman rhoman phi kho tho toh lah lha hla halala nembitshiwa kiim sarra nemme tohsa.
Terrem qweyiim profound
One word propound
That solemn nitshwa
Kemme kka mma maadheesha.
Jagged faggot ruin-running ragged
Tag that mad hat
One shot at bat
Neddatasc 10k One Taste
Taccha cum coum cumme louder
Propound the sounder
Of domme wooing woofing rounds.
Fisting feasting fjemme fjamme
Adjamme adya kalikayaam
Om
Jaam maadga Matta maataar
Naat naatar tarriim joqueeb.