Trapped, that passion’s surfeit volatile
Like a Nile in manner
Going going going
Overflowing suddenly
Toys outthrowing
Boy at tantrum
Nile painted red
They fled Actium
When Antony needed them.
In the underworld, aspersions receipted
In seatless eternity
Nuzzled by nailed cudgel
Nudged by spiked mace
Blow-bent below
Hole-riddled feet
Of thorncrowned Martyrs
Storming crow caw
Backing rook’s crooked threnody.
Revelations reviled before they become obvious
Hindsight’s crystal clarity
Battery of flattering images
Gallery of humanity’s peaks and troughs.
Voice if heard turns twocents
In power denying others
In volume a rapture
Jove’s word captured.
Alchemisland 
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