In a faraway land of palm a familiar drama hatching
Abraham and sister-wife Sarah, later matriarch, made Isaac
Thy descendants keeping my tenets
Protecting my covenants shall be ascendant
Dependent on none, let live in sunful plenty
Far from the sinful bowl, empty
Thou and thine art protected
Shielded by favour and unseen angels
Who operate as linnets and larks
Milling in minutes across the stars, miraculous whizzing.
They shall be nation and governance, grovelling never
Exalted by otherhood, strong government hath understood my books
Men who jousting lances throatgoing stop by glance alone
Underfoot, succumbing, to your utter abundance
Your thunder, those who forsook my lessons
Let them be in exodus like a Cain wandering Eden’s east
Raising Nod and Enoch.
Let parlour’s largess be apportioned in large portion
Pass to those of your seed
Kin kith and party you, you as in dreams
You in face so it seemed you walked here
Making useless my tears.
You fearless, martyring for Christendom, shall have arts and arches
Castles steam-wreathed, greedy forges wheezing, towers in cloud freedom
Owl’s breed, sentry bats centuries old treat with night’s plenipotentiaries
Dignitaries from foreign parts, adorned strange livery, shown the greathall
Those in enmity, unesteemed, live by steaming geyser, on festering mashes
On blasted marches living parsing out from livid, infertile stone
Empty-handed returning archers
Awled sky indifferent marge to marge.
Alchemisland 
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