Alchemisland

Cameral mind backing through time

As into fishing lanes lines casting

Smiling glory guides me

Caesar of seizures, who leisures in a time of ide-seeing, completes the tides

By sawing fires warming hands on seething seas, glancing Alp leeward

Votives bleeding for Athena leaving mare nostrum

Storm-fought ships’ unlevel floors

Hands out before him like dowser’s rods

Praying Jupiter whose reporting lightnings record in azure light distant ports, boundless glorious 

Bosun screaming, “Heave, you whoresons!” Goatskin drummond struck hammering every syllable

Sourceless pause from gloom

Woahed horse, bridled storm

Unwinding fastens fashioned rapidly in panic

Caesar confined to sea-whipped trawler wall by hempen hawser

Imbibing wine red old fire, Dionysian environ made in mind calm-finding

Lip-missing lines, like Ogham rhymes writ upon a chin in archaic time

Climbery violently vining a chin raised high during countless triumphs, he sighs

On trestle coarse woad idol serving as altar profaned by ship’s dipping and waving

Once open attic plains sustained man’s innate need for grace, his Gods those of glade

These most ancient ones, arcanely-named and strangely-faced, placeless in nature

He exalts whilst at sea, assaulted by saltine sorties designed to climb a trireme’s highest point

Storm’s zenith, deck messy in urgent need of cleaning

Turgid death, sailors with scabies and gum disease

Tough as used leathers, screaming maternal needs

Begging death’s easeful balm, pleasing release, agony’s surcease

Physiker kneeling, hands squeezing

Angels some see, others demons

Some calmly, others heaving that would deceive death

Delaying another season by deft use of chess pieces

Needled with split-mast splinters, masked with blood and cannon ash

Jealousy of death in the breathing

Distressed sailors breathlessly hauling rope, disappearing like sated sharks into sea.

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Elusive cause for which he is thankful; performing adorations to Gods whom only Princeps privy

Recalls remnant dawns recalled many times before

Saw youth aboard a pirate ship, scorned by cruel lash

His story sharing aspects of Saint Patrick whose stick struck Crom Cruach

And whose trinitious clover sprig sang tripartite Christ’s truity, Dúchas

As tithe to others upon whom smiling fortune visited glory by fistful visiting Alexander’s tomb

Steed-salver, knot-solver

Whose Empire dissolved

Immediately upon his demise

Reputedly poisoned wine

He, whose east-carving army saw vast cedars.