Take me to manless leys whose lengths no other paced
No other sandal’s tattoo grace’d
Make my love as an explorer’s ship’s prow, proud and seeing out
Drinking unknown waves in ages ignorant to longitude.
No matter where I sail, boreas withershins me
Arriving to rare Ophir
Where rivers of clear, unsettling orpiment roar forth
Jewelfruited trees abound
Gold in great store adorns lonely, footless shores
No one is sure where.
Some say mind pens the lands, no antecedent without
Others sure Solomon visited, thin veil liminal world conveyed
Diamond mines abutting
Fluttering thereby lepidoptera immensly size’d; speckled pied anpiels
On busy boughs, bursting in a beholder’s spying orbs
Birds in glory more storied with towering plumes
Than the couple-coloured denizens of Mount Abora, which opium lures closer
Nothing rattles me, I pin to doublet my king’s brooch.
Alchemisland 
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