His beacon severes vision Again alight from under Crossing out their eyes All vision ignored Erasing the murmurs Not want an utterance Name and shape still unrevealed Stabbing at the years he holds this audition Dismantling all vessels of labor Stumbling to reach the inception No more can we be found For belief cannot be seen It is the frequency of day Commencing with dry stutters Begins the nucleus We are found no more But a scarred key And the altered ticket And tremendous ficitons Subterrestrial illuminations We are found Nothing But one piece of his whole