God mountain maker
He takes his scales to everything and modifies the surfeit
With an arch engineer’s autistic precision
The spread legs of his vast compass form a darkening arch over the world.
His works are balanced
Light twinned to dark, exceeding it in number if not in boldness
Craft built like the universe was
Spheres within spheres within spheres, emanating from Him
Song of rotation, song of grinding, song of angles, song of nailless Solomon
Drill bombs bore deep
Exposing diamond hives and reservoirs of old extinction
Explosions force birth new mountains
Buckling stone like dishevelled carpet unfurls upward
Placid scientists in xanthine hazmats collect core samples
Rare plants from sino-tibetan exclusion zones vex botanists
Untypical behaviours replicable under trial circumstance
Inner helices probed, occulted data teased out like squid ink
Berries resembling blue peppers, thin stretched bulb skin like old balloons
Chagrin communicated as a volley of tremors, trapping workmen below
Tomorrow’s diamonds.
No external force acts upon him
Nothing without alter his will
Long gestating his planned creation
He sets markers upon time
The largest thereof a glass monolith
This momentolith called T
Prima materia of ultimate alchemy is nothing
Nothing will come of nothing, quoth the Thoth whose lyrics shook the sphere
Nothing to nothing to nothing, then back to one again
Contingent destinies circle a single mandatory part, his becogged mind
Violent birth of long-dreamt world.
Shadows of the Creation
Ravenous for human chymos
Blood bloated the ill manifested adopt graven gaps and ledge shielded delves
Wonders at the conclusion of each day’s labour
Long-planned spontaneity
A wonder to each city of lore: Murias, Falias, Gorias, Findias.
Alchemisland 
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