Alchemisland

Last night having supped

With a modest cup proposed to compose

My plans were soon scuppered by an interloper’s arrival

Wind which kind ructions

Blusterful cheeks bearded Boreas all mustered

A casement closed at the latch explodes open

Fumbling ecstasy, mumbling vexation chasing pages across the room

Pages full of heretofore unseen quotations

Solicitations to the fell dukes of Hell’s nations, seeking patronage

As if I was a young wizard first finding focus enough to summon a Patronus

I followed two doves, upward

Lapping wings shedding gloamlight, shadowcollapsing

Lapsing entire or ecstatic excitated

My senses, what birds perches my crown.

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Find myself a soul uprooted 

Leaving parlour and booth, booted and looping my gown belt

My aisles parading, islands of moonlight explaining dust’s amount

In fading ink, bold squidous cursive script, the deeds to lost places

Pages of Chinese Script behind glass, like alien mathematics

The ancient faces of my grace’s creators grave and fading

The braid depending from the ceiling, which pulled allows the attic

Vases and black urns banded with Attic scenes of hunting action

Cruel, venal Gods in heated reaction

Blacken with lightning trining an Eden, of an evening

At stair’s sole upward staring

Raring to go yet reticent; icebound frigate Erebus

My hand upon bannister bulkhead, expecting to see Buck Mulligan

My own muttering is returned me, moremuddled, Mormegil 

I am neither muggle, mage

Nor bornagain pointing insistently at bible pages

I am of that ancient race, who before the grace of mangod’s death, practiced healing

Founding hospitals, loving flowers, poems and prose, things which are old

A reverence for higher things, and gifts yet to heighten lower things

Lastfirsting and firstlasting in kingdom everlasting, blasted from Emerald

Peopled by Cessair, kin of Noah late of Moab, and Fintan Mac Buchra

Squamous and plumed, his forms numbering the planets

Quaddiscipled Jovian mould, whom holy writ fails extolling.

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I was turned from the slope

Whereon light’s fallen coins elope

Coyne of vantage hither

Boughs along which slither

Jacinth-eyed snakes aspect of Samael

Tempting females with orchard’s grail

Slakeless odalisques trysting with ermined Jafars.

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Iago, and long before

Provost speaks the Logos, all begins

Sin commensurate with creation’s apposite

Phantom anathema entropic tendency

In all things delighting and frightful, that which a shadow casts time bides

Ignorance of existence 

Life cannot be retributed

Those parts tantamount to you are distributed

Making a moon’s rille

Part to a grille in hell’s gaol

Some part of yon mountain yawning

Awning commanding eyrie, which all spans reside below

Like a father’s hand lined with prowess

Shading a babe’s brow, prideful paternal progenitor.