In darkness

through the apex.

Plumbed beam

from Sirius.

Moon's dark side

peels itself out of the crystal.

Casts shadows,

corpuscles of distant worlds

on the walls.

Colour Crystals

skid through the space,

amalgate into the mable.

And coagulate

to an enchanted lake,

on whom the Higher Spirits

levitate.

Suddenly the chamber opens

into the inner sanctum.

Age-old fingers of a future world

rub the rims of the glass organ

into vibration

and awake

the rattling kundalini.