Always our nature compels us to contemplation of things corporeal
Boreas and his cardinal questions, inciting movement
Dance the first religion, the swaying of trees under wind
Wind the first and foremost mystery
Comes from where, goes where, unseen but is
Wind as wrath and as deliverance.
On all fours the sticky floors
The palms and soles of Babylon’s whores
Arrival of punctual shambler War
The dance of flags, grim semaphores
Signs and portents, haruspicy, fortunes in gore
The homing throwables of arachnid vores
The guts of kings on the tusks of boars.
Alchemisland 
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