A bleach injection to enhance my senses, Dr Domestos cleaning method
At Hod climbing up a well wall to Bethod, leaving fingernails embedded
Impressing bloody runes on slick stones, light toward which I’m headed
Like a host unleavened held up to heaven by the Reverend’s enemy.
Cool sap of Spring hues robes
Woodwose ceremony in the wild wood, wind winnowing as through a windowless
World lit only by fire, whipping through the wilting willows
Wince-inducing pain, death-wishing and draining
Pain which ne’er wanes wins over, I have gone insane
I pick a random passage of Yeats and begin to rhapsadomance
Shadows dance by the entrance of my manse, glance at me
As if behind hands I see only flashes of phantom eyes, fantasise
About a device that slices time, elides Einstein’s laws, spites Isaac
Arcing bolts blue as cold Lilac rack to ruin night’s Mycenaean citadels
Peals as from bells, gaunt faeries from the ninth hell
Plutonian climes herald their arrival, salt and spice the earth for their own kind
Farmer on his tractor espied offworld abactors abducting his cattle
Forums called him white hat actor psy op protractor.
I’m embracing the darkness within
Flame-veined bracers glow at sinning
Will he or won’t he
Pulled on my fur coat he
Got me to turn before fastening my throat.
Alchemisland 
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