the tower of panacea drew the necrodelic upwards now , upwards through its swirling spectrums , its harmonious music , its sensual heat and sexual light , high into the air , so high he had no idea how far he had traveled , sweating blood , sperm , dreams , and ectoplasm , until finally he found himself levitating over the entire drug topiary , spinning slowly in mid-air like a star , looking over the psychedelic labyrinth he had conquered .