The sphere spins along,
awaits a seed to be planted,
for the womb is fertile,
and the astrology is just right.
Crystals move through the heavens,
flying swiftly towards the virgin,
they hold a cosmic charge,
and they burn with a powerful force.
Heaven meets with a blank canvas,
and the rich seeds of the stars make it through,
inception as the burning dust settles,
a foundation is created.
Energy bursts from the waters,
epic sounds like the resonance of an organ,
slow gentle movements of electricity dance,
and eventually its form takes shape.
