Alchemisland

Reveal of day like a long-sought, long-thought breast unveiled

I seek only completion, a quest to fetch you

We apes cannot help but lech near you, wretches and curs for and before you.

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Four of me before me

Glass backdoors light-invaded populating like a cinema screen

First one, no cuckoo’s nest

Next two, towers ring-obsessed

A cine-me, the sins of me plain to see

BBC meaning this boring bastard’s corruption becoming broadcast content, basic badguy consensus

But By Christ, He censured at usury in templeshade, ear healer of Gethsemane, death-raiser who spites the pit at Gehenna

In the kickstarting day I evince brushstrokes of Genesis

In one door my dour countenance fixes me daggers

I take a long steady drag off my fag

I, sip coffee sigh content my mind a cloud-sent circular saw opening the worldtent’s flimsy flank, stab back

In the other door ceaseless seas seizing, azure now but later green like skin sick of routine

One teases out seasons in the dappling of outfits which She wore

Burnished gold of evening, Aoife’s pleasing form the apple of Eden, closing in upon me like dream stealing reason as it comes my turn to lead the rosary

You’re the rose of me, the stem at least, the light’s arrival sees the light increase

Night ahead is teased, squinthard narrows between the reefs where the moon was held under lock and key in priestly daytime’s nighttime place

The dream where I climax and you have no face.