Isle of horned females
Pool of augmented horses, befinned squamous hippodrama
Orchestra of opposites
Facing audience, harp wielding cellist conducts
Clumsy conductors plunk out nameless reels
Mewling lion cornered by vengeful gazelle
Wise man licks fish-burnt thumb and loses all knowledge
When the music’s over
I have to face the audience
I have faith.
Alchemisland 
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