Nine lives won’t go nine miles when every stile subsists a new trial
Different styles for different briars, Aristotlean modes keep me alive
My smile more crocodile than the Nile, lipsticked by guile
Checked the freezer for something to eat, lack’s surfeit
Manifesting feed, fee taken, rune awakened wax surface
Diadem and bracelet closely inspected prove leaf-wrapped wax circlets
Those walls which gave Jericho body dysmorphia are paper
It’s a tent, and inside a circus.
Suddenly as if by ayahuasca sip, the veil is ripped
Newfound valency, strange elements assailing me
Available vacancies, furyfates awaytaking me
Fleecequest of Thessalian Jason, alchemy-adjacent
Eminent-seeming persons introduce themselves in mauve bursts
Mantis-visaged inquisitors eclipse-riding, visiting from betwixt
All nodes and circuits within brighten
Light up whirring to life Talos open eyeing
Cogs knifing gnashing teeth interlacing like dress zips
Vril dripping onto my circuit board.
Whittling in the kitchen at the devil’s bidding, three thirty
Turn the cheese to a Ouija board, flood it with own gore
I hear millions of voices screaming, teeming from out from the dreamgate
I am ridden by a Demon to a plain of no escape
Black the fields of rape abutting, black the heap’d sharp slate upjutting
Red the whipped escarpment where startling storms rage unabating
War-starting horns are sounded
He infernalizes my dreamscape
Draped as a man, legged like a Pan
He expounds a plan aeons dormant.
Flick knife Friday night
Inflicting triplicate sixes on my lifelines, blood Styxing out
Let drip into my foul admix, more than a pinprick
The Devil told me I’ll write more than Limericks
I’ll write fine lyrics as enrage the mediocre
I will rage at the page, flame and vapour
Wreath with smoke, as upon a new Pope’s election
My chair’s clawed feet, my heartbeat a poor rhythm section
I open the hidden book of evil on the lectern, skip Abramelin
Skip to that Enochian shit that purportedly summons aliens
Working under aliases, a brazier too bright this dark undertaking
Working by scant candlelight, in and through the long night
Igniting my righteous spliffs, this rite o mine ere abided
Knighted by spiralling autopilot, sentences collide
Like warring planets at last embrace managing
A caress utmost damaging, I pause to drink from my humble carafe
Neck that of a diamantine giraffe, golden Ophir’s glintcraft.
Smoke so much weed it’s like someone deleted system thirty two
I’m on my second to last degree, thirty two on the twenty seventh
I’m after supreme attainment, master mason thirty third degree
Just something else to grease the wheels, birth greater zeals
Knowing what a mage knows, star-emblazoned robe to the toes
Scarred casement, through which I discern my road to the throne
Step through the open throat, abjure all oaths, my odes sewn oats
Slow growing but life is a slope upgoing gradient growing every motion
One forward thirty back, I was full forward now I’m full back
Always man of the match, who can match these inked hatchlings.
Alchemisland 
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