Rise from greener like a Phoenix
Performance tonight in the Helix
Dad’s got a tape of the play, slán a rang a sé
I wasn’t born in the eighties
You were born to ape me, hand open almoner
Slice haeped with bacon, oil from Naples
Like a saint’s blood, every bite delightful
It turns me turn to a myroblyte
Boss comes over, tough Brooklyn Jew
Wants his due and he’s owed it, his tin too
He attends me, attentive and intentional
He asks do I like it, he’s not tense at all, superb confidence
My reply: do I?
He asks yeah, do you?
My tongue like a lunar rover, dunes white as cliffs of Dover
Steep as the climbs of Moher my crescendo, hadean descent
Realm of the mantis into which I make grand katabasis
See you after alas down here ages count differently, Tír na nÓg infamy.
Alchemisland 
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