Dressed as mortals might but could never
Dressed as and of the sea
Troy-bound triremes odyssey across bluegreen dress
Eastgoing westfromers foamgoing
Her skin the white horses decreasing to diminution
At the lapping enfolding shore, where beachcombers
Stow cuttlefish bones periwinkle shells in shawls and sodden burlaps
Occident’s orient, backward’s front
Facade of the willingly visageless,
Face of the acéphale.
Upon suckling the goddess’ breast
Uncorking the pent, that impressing
Like old murder’s guilt flaking scarlet on a weapon
If these walls could cry
Rocks tell me numberless time
Keeper of keys
If this blade could sing like a Solomon
Its song would be a solemn one
Ineluctable condemnation.
Alchemisland 
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