Seven years with Calypso in Ogygia for lost Odysseus, longing Ithaca
Screen for eclipse that weaved dream Midnight
Font delighting all believers
All creeds heeded
Fed by heathen light
Shed by freezing stars, clothed in illusory flames
Distances of ages betwixt.
Seven planets willed into the crypt of the void
Rilled moon life-devoid, former ocean bowls
Which swole like clogged machines steam-obese
Before man dreamed
Before the beast woke from sleep
Before Saturn selected sons to eat
Before Sol branded darkness with leisons
Describing a holy king’s coming
Before wretched son died flogged forsaken
Below skies angel-clogged.
A flat void, nothing therein living
Explosive gases geysered and gyred
Uncounted millenniums fomenting
Fearing lapis firmament’s installation.
Voids wherein crippled time is translated
Consistent bricks which maketh men
As bitumen bricks make Babel, staying Floods
Twisted, flicked, ripped, warped, gouged
Unwound in soundless anguish.
Alchemisland 
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