Alchemisland

Fastgoing my fixed feelings unendurable

Fastgrowing my addiction to that miraculous admix

The drugs don’t work, a cat on terra firma chasing birds soaring skyward

My bleeding feet squash ten thousand snails into a wooden bucket

Shells splintering like calcium carbonate true crosses

Sharding themselves underheel, ceramic urns cracking hitting sedge

Tossed overboard by Phoenician priests

Producing a single vial of Tyrian Purple

I grasp the exalted altar’s horns for mercy

Killing myself as a courtesy, greedy for bleeding like a druidstone

Rising from forest prayer, dirty-kneed and stoned

Clod-cleaving stones arise prideful

Wreathed in wiry climbry

Alike to ivy snakelike slimy to touch like melted diamond

I’m as willing as Tyrion to dirt my hand’s appearance

I am fearless in pursuit of my suit of Tyrian purple.