Wave-calming Halcyons at solstice gathering nest needfuls
Gold-breasted, breasting waves, unequal in flight
Elegance’s minion, corsairs at sea, a courtier
In bobbing nests speckled eggs like dirty angel hems inside which hulk birds unlike those seen in our climes, in our time
Gargantuan avians which cloth ways from Libya to Argus
Arabia to Swabia in winged shadows, diving unto human dying
Beating wings summoning great waves of humid air, talons raking skies to bleeding
Bastard sword beaks speaking ancient words, said to heal
Learnt from teachers in Eden amongst them Samael
Traitor in the orchard, with which flesh is tortured
Scarecrow torches lit to thwart dread birds assaults
Around tents shamans cast salt circles, drawing vault-seen sigils, exalting dirt
Hurt-minded, ancient crime of its creation unknown to sage or scientist.
Thing from lost time, before moments, mind or measure
When one Ur-thinker in leisure allowed lingering body unlid hinged head, unveiling treasure
Wealth measureless
Endeavour’s pressure quaking breast, doffed head impressed with light of latent nations
From ages before agitating seconds inspired cogency in life’s least, by sulphurous vents stirred to strifeful movement
Before Satan and reclcitrant factions were from the first church blasted like peltast-casted comets, vomiting from breached fruit skies bruised as the accused
Contusing stones infusing wombs with confusing life from distant homes
Refusing intercedence in worlds he seeded, he seded control to another
By any diction we an affliction cancerkinned, vile in marrow smotherer
From empty, judgeless courts, recused on grounds of interests conflicting
To him owing souls, another sires our lives’ miseries, as in Job written
Such his mysteries and mystical eminences.
Speech superfluous when land arch reliquary
His sign and sigil writ upon everything
Evidence of hidden dimensions breathless
It seemed sometimes the sky was only paper
Horizon to be ripped away, stripped like glittered skin from a gift.
Paling waning last of music and magic
Illusion swaying doomful before eyes upturned like drained tankards
Behemoth tanker of mankind rent, spewing evil
At hand’s waving, at word’s utterance, at fluttering of one butterfly’s wings, an end ushered in
Gloom-infused skies mandate agelong seclusion
Blooming of strange astral life long in orbit looming
Noting our ways and movements, thinking it behoves man to exclude himself from the land
Surety that any loon lewd enough on dire nights to cavort without hearth deserves wounding.
Alchemisland 
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