
Amid The Offal, Abide With Me
Uncreation’s whirring loom you ply with crippled fingers - part I
Vision Wallows In Symphonies Of Light
Uncreation’s whirring loom you ply with crippled fingers - part II
A Mote Constitutes What to Me Is Not All, and Eternall All, Is Nothing
A Devourer of Flitting Shades Who Dwells in Rays of Light
Uncreation’s whirring loom you ply with crippled fingers - part III
Spiralling Out of the World
Veil of Perception
To weave the tapestry of nought - part I