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Prowling through the moonless night

As the stars pierce the tapestry above

Weaving their light with geometrical might

Transfiguration of the soul

Hidden deep in the sacred forest

My quartz temple erects

Carved by aetheric winds of the North

Guided by the howling of wolves

Burnt into my totem pole

A black sigil of my will

The whispers of my ancestors rise

Spoke unto the night like a spell

Meditation under the surging falls

As the cleansing water purifies my soul

Scrying the sky with ichor in my eye

Tearing through this veil of illusions

Spiritual fire rips through my veins

Holding the darkness at bay

Black tourmaline lightning rods

Penetrates the soiled earth

Prowling through the moonless night

As the stars pierce the tapestry above

Weaving their light with geometrical might

Transfiguration of the soul

An obsidian portal opens from beyond

Showering wisdom of the stars

Cosmic gnosis in glossolalia

Psilocybin god Amun rah