Reckoning Nut

In the middle of my skull, a nut exist Bolted by a tail that swims To the edge of my optic nerve It sprouts in darkness Its roots form into knots It picks spectrum of colours Illuminates the darkest path As I lay sleeping, chest heaving It opens up the gate Mysterious yet familiar places Faces I see in my chamberscape Then my eyes open at the break of dawn Orange bloom rises, As my sprout reckons That my chamberscape is a belly Full of knots It bulges and swirls Purifies the nut In a magical copper pot