Force eases nothing which kindness could not eke out
Tender words leant fly a million miles
Dismissiveness breeds myriad guiles
Force pleases nothing save own strength
Thinks nothing of a bloodringed mouth.
Like rulers thinks lengths, of holdings and tenure
Strength lends itself understanding
I am but natural self upperhanding
When meagre flesh cuts iron force yet endures.
Whittled down to nubs the busy chalks of scribes
Cows picked out in Aztec golds
Their palettes like solar moulds
Where seas start and stubborn land dies
Where lines narrow to divide the skies
Where only diving things or depthlings defy the conquests of Poseidon
Waves sally in and sidle out no more than suds for all their silverback entrance
To watch them is to be entranced, a single lance of tallow light like the moon’s fencing sword bored the clouds.
Alchemisland 
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