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He’s in over his head

12 tribes, 9 gems

Eyes pronounced for Self

Conquest of a blazing psyche

Cerement which shines

Without exhibition

My weapon, presence

Journey, discernment

Amongst heaven and others

A lost treasure

Yoking a cloud of virtue

Holds the currency of consciousness

An interval on the causal plane

Shrouded sacrifice, solely for rest and love  

Reign

Elevate in austerity

Illustrious relic

To ornament the wounds

Slacken the bondage and know thy channels

Relinquish mastery of the air

Otherwise those gods will never come to you

With invitations aloft

To 12 tribes, with 9 gems

Dissolved in the throat of wisdom

Soma arises from the action

Rewarded in

Impressions of fingerprints

Left on every stoop

As if there was ever egoic volition

In the eternal seat of

Pleasure and war