Hook nosed with rod crooked
God-favoured blood hissing
God selects favourites from among his constructions
Fortune’s favourites, in like flavour
The bloodlines of his nearest dearest host mostly beloved beloved most.
Each artful dizzying of the clockface marking countless deep time epochs
Suffering the Mosaic Hebrews were plagued by a pox
They wailed at walls and prayed the intercession of rocks
Idols his brother made
Idles my brother made.
Sick-ridding ophidian cruciform, thou hast attained godhood
Sash of puce mist wound around a spinal column like a tinsel decorated bannister
Wild-eyed essenes raised on locusts, desert locus in father’s footsteps
Focusing the midbrow, shut eye sight.
Sheep-tending wolves circle the pen
Lycantic overtures layer the night
Mellifluous her movements, Selene’s discretion pales to her vast mystery church.
Seven oceans which are a single mass, a ring of seven peaks gaoling them
Living inside a miniature, the world resting between the rays on Apollo’s head
Stones from the tower weighting his robes, Aaron wades into the sea
Slowly surely dipping toes
His plastered shin hair beneath lifted robe
Abundant more than his tonsure’s scant halo
The sea in violent throes repels him, throws him back to shore
The sea is silent when he goes.
Dark as a shadow’s shadow
A stone props it open a bedside locker an unapproved bible
What Babylon calls apocrypha
What saints call truth
What the dispossessed call life
A book whose ceaseless song abounds through history
Presaged in antique tales.
In every rotation of time’s wheel, certain events will come to pass
Notes unmissable in the song of happenings
Always a bird will betray the hiding place of a holy man
Always cunning folk of diminutive stature will depose a race of uncunning giants, inheriting a missized world.
Did Jesus in boundless goodness ever feel his friendship unequalled
None upon this Earth shall consider for me as I for them
None dwell here save who would exploit me
Drape me like drying furs on the snakepole, saving who would exploit me
All holy men are lonely but not all lonely men are holy.
Alchemisland 
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