Uranus didn’t like his kids, passed that onto Saturn
Fathers give sons unwanted boons; cruel cosmic pattern.
Life is a spear, long hard and kills you
Life is a short walk to the graveyard you’ll go to
Life ceaseless self-crewing cruise
Life palimpsest of successive bruise
Life endearing mystery, quest for goldsouled alchemy
Life like lock or key, life preamble preparatory
Incising life who bears all veins, suturing life reparatory
Life regracing learned decadence
Retracing start time vectorous dodecadance
Which roused eventless inaction to omnichance
Life a tale of sinking wicks and aromatic tallow
Life a box to tick, life the Paris arrow
Life the river’s fluttering tongue, its rapids, hids, and narrows
Life downward slope to motorways sped toward in rusty barrows.
Sure as Catherine’s cakes corrupt to cattern
A swaddled lith in the belly of Saturn.
Alchemisland 
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