Sunrise glorious, more than recent times
Sunrise’s old but recently seen beauty, tenfold
Even a day’s break steals all gold’s glimmering
Fools old and young ascribing to arts limn you
As Apollo limb you that you might walk far afield
C thy coastal passage sprouting thyrsus awield
Vaster than recalled
Tutelary star.
Sunrise as has not in an age
Starlight illumes span of rage
Every trifle I erupted over, every unnecessary chiding, each manipulation rouged as confiding
Plain before me. What can I be but be for me, the selfish say, fight my corner none other will
Life’s a pill to punctuate sleeping, we get bored dreaming and like water steaming the soul from the mass tears screaming
Sealing deals with slight cursive, the discursive wording of the contract warning to the wary
The rainmaker’s umbra terribilis showers them like raping Zeus come as wanton rain, the gold cage he enters as fluid lurid the Lemnian women are whores for a goddess, and Ovid’s fore adorned Zeus with such glory everlasting that he is painted on the Cistine roof.
Light-dragged darklings agonise for prosody
Proffered for perusal my disinterred
At the stained pith helmet the prospective buyer’s arching brow interest inferred
Prosperpina marina tsarina catalina
Ages now since I saw the sun, half past one feeling smoked out and cough-racked
Directionless pedalling metal wheels beneath me I’m a wind-whacked car roof rack.
Go down with this ship, any ship
Whoever’ll pay, my loose lips like dripping taps watergiver, at sea serving
Stella Maris, her lores and odd lights, bells of bronze lightning riding the waves which a net ignores
Dawn to the deserving, larks with paintbrush tails first of morning, favourite of azure Mary mother of raw-flanked Nazarene, gold and glory and
Gallimaufrying blank page with what seems at surface the odd ramblings of a rhythmless
Laden with fact the stinging signal like a Christian Brother beats it into you regardless of inclination
Whether lacking ambition you are confined to lower station, or seeking not salvation but earthly elation, this lore will learn you
My charge house oerlooks a charnel house for those truant or recalcitrant
Take aim at you, arrow imminent surges with excitement, sanguine alimentary; loose it
Lucitania like an astral traveller plunges purer darkness in search of sinking sistership
Hands that built the great Titanic can make or throw a pipe bomb too.
Hardliner a Roman bishop sent over to bring us into line
A long time coming, even the Roman haircut denied in ancient time
Priest-ridden became, ten priests to every lay person, clergy for every saint
Every holy day honoured by peasants with no coffers, coppers plonking into the box like robot orgasm
The back chute stuffed
With dead babies
Disrepute stymied
Distance between disrupted parish, priest and Pope
Holy Cee risingtide sea of seditious thought, toppling not seen since Babel
Titanomachy
Sure as skyshot arrows return to earth bloodied, end of all things will be salt
Salitter shed at death sinks in soil the divine ambrosia alive despite the roiling surface at war with itself
Rising the new Adam atramentous skies herald his arrival, stars glint like gifts from elves
Gifts at Eld glorying God much pleasing him, but the world oer sinful the punishment due.
Bricks bitumen sealed to stop brine at endtimes, bisons and bactrian camels haul brick carts up spiral staircases
Plain of Shinar
She narrowly loves me, it walks a knife edge
Nimrod restores fire worship, strides the pyre’s edge in hunted furs massed and rank
Malodorous his hunting lodge, skinned things and boiling jaws, maledictions his vile twilight orisons
Two angels under a hill, so gloried and equal ignobled, teachers of still-living sorcery
Even angels fail a moral test; still can fail the grade obsessed, Ipsissimus
Bound leviathan chud for elect come Doomsday, leashed by angels until vials pouring
Announce long wrath.
Alchemisland 
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