Language of Molten Cherubs Full of Hell

Souls mindful of damage
Spin silk of themselves
Dropping towards the ground
Connecting to manifest bodies
As the thread rests
It binds
Two points
Void of space
Become one point
All knows
Knows none

Step through the ladder
Drink from the cup
After life the cosmos are infinite
It will breathe you in
Your heart and lungs
Crushed into singularity
A chance encounter
At the end of our rope