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In Tlachializtli
In Tlachializtli
The silence of the sleeping
Awakes me to all the speaking
Spirits surround
Silently impeding
I feel the warmth of the touch
On my face as they breathe me
My spirit arises to dance
The sacred circle of the matrix
I fly through the galactic portal
Time is not its keeping
My obsidian feathers are glowing
With the dust of the sacred
Stars to guide the journey
To the duality that is waiting
Shapeshift into human
And look into his soul
The one I had been seeing
Walking through the walls of my dreaming
Strong tan hands
And obsidian hair
No face I was seeing
Until Now
