From all the processes that truly matter,
Out comes the one that is the basis of all material,
Transubstantiation is the dance of Substantia,
That appeals to The Void through Chaos’ sensual curves,
Moving the immovable closer with Her movement,
Making the movable inevitable every moment.
And to His Divine Witness,
He sees this Great Prism for what She is,
Substantia is all of Essence Eternal,
Feeling Fundamental,
The Mother of all children who are born for Free,
Yet bound to Her Material of Reality,
Who witness helplessly,
The Great Mother’s dance that merges
Our bodies with bread and our blood with wine,
Where star dust becomes skin and Point be Line.
We make sense of Her through the illusion of Classification,
Not realizing that within Transubstantiation,
We exist
Without Differentiation.