it started with sweet onion
spread out in front
lisps of the murmurs behind and to the right
candlelight of exceptional tranquility
and outward calmness internal cyclones
the Spirit cries for its name
these men in woolen robes commune
astral body information exchanged
the unadministered domain
and arguments about power
split up and used for shame
plucking of web by the hour
birthing of scrying name
rise up hips to see galactic light
with essence as with divine pressure
joy and amoral scent of animals
as dug through ground
soon hole appears
the focus of the last best substance
that soothes the beastly mean
voices return wrenched words of intent
driven to insanity
those words of keen orbit minds