Proseless beholder, with ear
Cornwall’s Regan, with Lear
Castaway, mice playing gaily at awaying cats
Splayed on sands sacred to Bastet
Anne Hathaway hath awayed
Impained of heart, assized
Surmised a thing taken lightly, a trifle
Were not those lips mindful archers asking
Fletch me amarous arms, basking in milk musked mine
Let murrains tepid climed since gelid ages of skate-delighting ice
Heighten suddenly in celsius, sullen blue translating to reds healing
Mercury’s frightened horse rearing
At Actium, are those my rivals’ ships arriving or my Cairo fleet departing
Art retarded by minute evaluation.
Loving’s organ, ordered chambers four
My want’s sawing brazier, below my bracer
And breastplate redoubts better nature
Smile hiding ahind visor declined
Spine’s ladder kindness climbing
Like roses spiralling verdant pergola beams, Virgin-favoured
Steers pouring blood, spiced with antecedent desire
Glaived like plated dragon’s cleft pate, spuming flame
That worshiping syrup honeying the Venice of my physiognomy.
Your sun’s mycoidal coming solifies
Makes mordant mind gloried paradise
My sighing inside’s endless sullen hollows
Shadow-stunted runnel rats ran fat avarice
Turn’d giltsummer, changed richly
Drifting as down from heaven, gripped by butterfingered angels, ineffective
Trees fruit arraigned as staged tempter Samael in Adam’s days
Veined roots glaze ground once hard underfoot
Bulgeboughed oaks brindled like cornered rooks
Undwindling, soot’s apposite.
Long wintered innards I have lived coarse as a sinner
Old throat odes brumal hymns lonely
Gloam-eyed lizards a bonethrone arm
I float to you, liminal increate, stimuli of dreams
What beholding eyes alchemise in imagination’s forge fiery, like an Hephaestos
My battlements made treacherous mirrors by gelid ice.
All things cogent coated in life’s dust
Adrift trying oceans trialful and strifes unto greener climes
When our rinds at last peel to reveal lambency
Every stirring mote and mireling sloped its own modus operandi
You are androgyne Christ as mundi salvator
Moon-eyed Essene holding globus cruciger
In pagan arm orbis terrarum
Lord of Trapdoors
Ineluctable modes, eyes and throats diodes Delian.
What can account for this
Sudden sense of unreality
Translating by degrees what sights I see
In dreams love’s debris enticing
Queen in title, steep in tithe
Ride me, bridled, elfin queen
Wherefore gurgles poetry, clean hippocrene, belief’s stuff gleaming
In my gleaning place as if residing in your mirror, your face and fulsome lip
Diadem ashimmer.
In plain raiment surpassing
She is Blake’s acid, branding visages upon adamantine slate
Ekeing out my image
Beauty classic, attic visage
Wrestlers scrimmage in her vision
She haunts the shade of manse pillars
Her heart in willed stillness not ill wishing neither gushes nor fissures
Vinegar to her affections these hulking fleshes
None are fit matches, none will be fixtures
She counts suitors on ring-heavy fingers
Where she walks in vexsome perfection
Lissome a thin satin spun
Silk as from a spider epsied to a lady’s guise
Her aura like a murdered shade long lingers behind.
Both heart and mind confined
Athenians mindless where minotaur hides
For us, impaled
By leaking grace
Which from you trails
Ichor laking from rusted Talos
As Jason with godsgold aways
Flying deceitful black sails
Agreed as denoting failure
Compelling dive from battlements
Like cormorantine tartar-arrow action
Toward where Posiedon tribes, dying
Sampling brine’s salitter wines.
Alchemisland 
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