Boatman haunts the opening
Daunting Orphic mysterion
Inducing supernatural slumber
Inducted acolytes slip under
Lethe waters, that river thunders
Through Hell’s halls.
Not the only one that runs there
Blundering alongside its forgetful brother
A water of memory, mind’s spring water
Time’s sweet mother a patchwork smothering device
The dead line its sides, life yet inside resides
See a glow far in their eyes
Cups of great size from which the dead imbibe litres of lifegiving memory-stealer
What living in that water hides
Corrodes memory of former lives
Flensed of lived life like a roe under knife stripped of hide
They cannot hide, less from themselves
Mirrors boundary small holding cells
First now of seven hells, pealing of unsavory bells
An Angelus made by anarchists for Antichrists rings out where no angel delves.
Twelve symbols beyond reckoning
Twelve gospels beyond comprehension
Twelve prayers beyond utterance
Twelve long draughts from the Lethe.
My memories, moments far behind
Her water wakes, her lurid wine
Twines my estranged minds
Finds odd chimeras behind the blinds
Behind the blind form orderly lines
Master Rahool decrypt my engrams
He says my aims within grasp, see
My sisu sustains me
More dogged than Lassie
Human zoo men in pens
When my pen attends the indents intense
When I drink from Mnemosyne time is bent.
Alchemisland 
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