Sitting in a green glade
Denying dismay
Darling buds May
Grave to Aries’ April
Hateful, apeful child of the Zodiac
Hasty hasty feels no disgrace
Counterposing sky, wide as cheshire smiles once they lie
Four poster bed of the world
Suddenly a sense of interrelation
Objects elated by distant others
Modes like phantom tones, toad-throated odes only oak-obscured Woodwoses know
All things steady, stolid and statuesque in movement tendency course and flow without our knowing
Axiomatic idea that atoms not only smash but distantly interact
Arms linking an unseen but depthful tesseract
Antipodes acting upon one another in the manner of phantoms
Growing like tales in telling, glowing like sun-hit helms
Like Armstrong’s arm, like a pintman’s belly now he’s settled
What glows relies the dark
What is love, remarks a heart
Our eyes unknowing invest
Opposite poles yet aligned, the arch-mind of the designer.
Alchemisland 
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