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I lost myself in the wild hills 

Spawn in the sweet smelling tinder-filled basement 

From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way 

Would you turn by some orange grove road? 

To a lake in the wilderness shining black 

With a silver forest forming our backs 

In its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings 

Of wolves with yellow little sirens 

The grey, freezing water, it swirled around, whispering 

Tuned from a phonograph, stuck between brain cells for months 

Since I heard your voice issue thoughts freezing 

I touched the world slowly 

Each radial of the spectrum revealed itself to me 

Dark matter was illuminated in his extremities 

Into this way of being 

Serpents writhing on all sides of me 

Celestial castles whose spectral planets 

Filled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallize