Inner Temple of Baron Corvus Beginning my journey without a guide. Trusting the universe to reveal my path. Copious smoke I close my eyes Demagogued and manic I remain in the past. The primordial creator, an elemental, Deep like helminthes, visceral and decayed old earth. It smells like wormwood, burns like steel wool A sorcerer, the rattle and the drum, the ambassador of prehistoric kings.