“…Calabi-Yau! Now has come the Solace of this single Life,
Roasted dew scented embers… Smells of flesh putrefied,
Tingling skin combustion send shivers down my spine,
The sour bitter taste of death I welcome with a blessing,
Blurred sights of devastation would lead to authentic bliss?
Kindle the soft crisp fire, resounds in the silent Ether,
Celebrating shadows dancing to this fine macabre rhyme,
The manifold quintessence of Spirit unfolds, Calabi Yau!…”