Alchemisland

I spend quick like time enjoyed

Balling now, I was unemployed

And enjoying life a lot more

Now each day is a day of endurance

A legendary battle, second Moytura.

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Mend a brick, whisking wrist spinning thickening up the admix

My mixture a fixture of a fiend’s die

I’m on a steady diet of champagne and violence

Someday it’ll be rice and beans and steel, then another day it’ll be silence

Thrive while I’m thriving, haymaking while the sun’s shining

Take a rider into town, not driving like a former golfer

Repeating patterns day of the groundhog

Winston Churchill, thrall of the black dog

Cobbles ophidian lanes zigziggian to the black church on the hill

I steel through mustardyellow fog, dog eye infection colour smog

Soil sky full of golden Saxon treasures, an earth below a bog

Brotherplace, otherworld, coin’s unshown face

A gambol of lies from my own mind, self despising

I arrive at their desired conclusions, I harbour delusions

I cannot sustain reality and sink to illusion, muddled confusion

As of one pugilist contused by the many blows of his fistical foes

Loon that’s fit for Bedlam, one star charts my course, as at Bethlehem.