My whole life spent chasing tail
I’m like a hunting hound
When I taste a fox I turn, don’t see Siegfried around.
Laying trails in case I need to backtrack fast
Back cast my windlass is west cast
I sprint fast down town aves
Dodge junkies mad on cans
White vans black vans luas lines and.
Vast hands sculpt my evening, my matins sweeten them
Dulcify each dawn with rhapsody’s pastels until heaven earth craves
Until heaven earth swears to save
Blaze fire on the daywet heath
Encrimson kestrels for a knave
Who tames wind afraid of its own shadow.
Alchemisland 
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