I direct and I behold... 
The golden light descends at Will 
Veil of restriction unfold... 
Holy, silent and still 
I am, thou art, in extension... 
Grant me the vision of thy chosen few 
the strenght of a Devourer 
Very god of very god born anew 
All-absorber, all-deflowerer 
nothing is in extension... 
And I beheld and I saw 
The selfless self dwelled within 
and struggled Mehûmâh 
Ever Seeking, ever searching 
through the deepest Mummu 
to descend in emanation 
through wombs of shining with radiance 
of their serpent, of their death 
and other seals, secrets to me yet unknown 
seals of splendour, seals of great mystery 
Still, a vain effort was the search 
for the primum mobile encountered 
the vast Têhom, not through effort 
but by will 
Be my prophet, O new-born 
that is the root of heavenly fire 
Illuminated, pure and anointed 
In all aspects like unto god... 
...in extension... 
And Behold 
I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep 
yes, the ancient serpent of chaos 
in all it's horrid glory, raging relentlessly 
at the fire that had become the self 
being slain... and born again 
naught in extension...