Atemporality of ideas

The rift has been created
Mind from body have been separated
Thoughts swim in the room of time
As the world turns into slime

The great library eats the flames
Seas of ink come back to the page
The wise his place in it claims
While the blind looks to another age

All the kings have come to see
Of what influence they could be
Their bones are filled with steel
They make the peasants kneel

The soul has gone too deep
It has seen the in-between
There is nothing left to keep
Above a cloud of green

Back to its ivory seat it comes
To insane carnation the union succumbs
To travel again they desire
For the vessel cannot take it higher