As above, So below

Written down lest they forget, Whispered of in the Rubaiyet The Moving Finger Never Stops, With a pen we control the crops, As above, so below, Our own futures we do sow Awaken day in the bowl of night, At our stirring we bring forth light, As above, so below, In machines life we bestow The creators hand in the sky, Through her fingers we can fly, As above, so below, too close to the sun we may go (inspired by the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam and the Philosophoy of alchemy)