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Seven Crystals gleam in the Dark Ground

And spread Light given by the Traveller's Torch

The Journeyman steps among the Brooks and Glades

Searching for Wisdom and Hope

He speaks to each of the Forest Crystals in turn

Without uttering a Sound

Manifesting his Will in Gestures

The Stone Walls and Rocks and the Branches themselves

Whisper and groan, sigh and wail

A Presence of Something, a Glittering in the Air

What lies there between the Circles of Wood?

Is it Death?

He raises his Arm and gives the Sign of Determination

The Planet of Marduk approaches a Conjunction

With the Moon of His Desires

Injecting His Veins with the Fear of Utter Misery

Of Contemplation, of reasonless Withdrawal

One can never find the Internal Mystery

By formal Quests of Knowledge

But only through the direct Experience and Attainment

Of Infinity and Unholy Communion