I Lyrics

.-I
in the space deprived of up and down
shrunk, trapped in outside substance
with a body grown into a dead, shapeless clod
the body without the flesh

from ancient fog of cosmic microwave background radiation
first touch there was emerging
super-symmetrical act of creation
over this, there's nothing

conscience of close... prison
this touch - blind and beholding by the way
this hand of this touch that to act this creation

I saw nothing up till now
now I see - below the fingers of my hand
fingers, which wander around in the dark

like a stream of squirming vermin
mass of crawling movement
which is running in all-direction suddenly
conversion... transformation... creation