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The Black Hierophant
Standing on the shoreline -
Having lines/drawn into the
Mind, like a swan, which glides
Across the tides, leaving
Something for perceiving.
How I study the landscape,
And the spirit of the
Landscape, generating
A hologram.
* * *
My heart/soul/and mind
collecting
the aspects of the
Find.
Connecting into the architecture of my structure.
* * *
With this knowledge
I have navigated the shadows/spilling blood to make them my own:
Shadows
of my
Shadows.
The dark blood of the universe. I, drenched in dark blood: The Black Hierophant.
Having lines/drawn into the
Mind, like a swan, which glides
Across the tides, leaving
Something for perceiving.
How I study the landscape,
And the spirit of the
Landscape, generating
A hologram.
* * *
My heart/soul/and mind
collecting
the aspects of the
Find.
Connecting into the architecture of my structure.
* * *
With this knowledge
I have navigated the shadows/spilling blood to make them my own:
Shadows
of my
Shadows.
The dark blood of the universe. I, drenched in dark blood: The Black Hierophant.
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