Alchemisland

I am Dictys, on deck like a casette or undived divers pearl-minded

Airtanks shining, shrining their delicate survival beneath the brine

Wine of the Flood, Wine of God’s Cruelty, forty nights capsizing

Drowning mountains, crowning seas, fulfillment of prophetic pregnancy

Solar lips kissing a trapped fish, real-time rictusing

Heat such as cat’s hissing arouses from grass-scourged swards

Brings me to burn.