Alchemisland

Finally a working man gambles profitably

Able prophets predate their aeons

Abel’s blood predated upon, the earth itself drinks itself.

Prayed upon

Soon prey the bull’s blood

Pulls the King from the fool’s hood.

Workmen have captured the ways and the devices:

Those which the enforced illiteracy of the Druids protected,

Those which the Mayan prison calendar exuded,

Those which the despots of the superstates deployed.

Cunning workmen have entered the universities

Walking the hallowed places

Tracing King’s steps,

Stolen Heavenfire blazing in the croppy boy’s pen.

Workmen wise in craft have turned their ploughs into star worthy vessels,

Ploughs for stars toward stars ploughing, milk worlds travel plough undersideish heavencow.

Mithril stole of ermine stars, borders slopes the shoulders of night 

Cardinals, apex zenith apogee the frayed rope ends of space

Where confused time resurrects the blood eyed, welt legged dead.

Cheap wizard costume of cloudless night becometed

A notebook of fallen stars, lost to blind justice

Star studded Night’s cast of ancient characters

Night like a decorated soldier’s breast, lowed into the ground.