The spell has been consummated.
The candles crackle as they burn,
the incense sails towards the sky...
My heart is the offering:
and my stomach, the pot of the spell.

The crucible of my mind explodes;
Thousands of particles fly in a whirlpool.
The sorceress dances around me,
She raises her arms to the sky
and she smiles...

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Frantic metamorphosis of my brittle body in the wave.
Undulating vibration spread from bottom to top.
Lizard shedding skin from the oven towards the boiling sky;
orange ripening in my warm hand.
Dilated pupil on sensation;
blue emotion from my belly;
heart opening between light and shadow.
Amazed vision from night to day;
eye mutation, musical silence