Alchemisland

I am crying now but I choke back tears, there is nothing so queer 

As shedding salt for what was through my own inaction not got

What is for you perhaps never passes you by

But I have watched so many things going by, and in such hurry

That they became blurry in my sight, I could neither curry

Their favour nor attract them closer with my waving

I believe that the way is not made like stained glass

But that the roads as we walk them are paved

They can split in trine or twain, they can completely change

There is no one way, there is the range and ranger

There is happiness, or the fraying duration of rage

Until the caped deathshead pate takes at bed’s foot fearful shape

Like man but far elapsed, perhaps advanced lacking taste

Or desire thereof, lacking want that breeds want of haste

Lacking skin like wallpaper deceptively placed

That eyeless visage, nose an icon-lacking cloister, throatless mouth

Coated in gowning bone, it is that which is our true face; that we own.

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Our life’s stages and stations, sometimes suffered with impatience, a brief phase

We go to a more malleable place all made of piebald marble, dickvein blue undulations

Teased out in delicate hue, every coign of vantage offers a handsome view, sun a golden coin

Without slumber going, every advantage that cruel life’s lancet askanced is advanced

Fortuna fortuitous the luck of gambling Jupiter, everyone wins every hand

None are made to bend and all stand pat, none need vouch their stetson hat

Attacks of joy more buoyant than joyless earth affords, coiling

Silver as of untouched foil draped over everything, spheres singing, rings

Ringgiving Draupnir birthing copious bounty

In copulate solification a mayhem of coins and shimmering things

Angels wearing sharkfin hats like fantasy wizards blow saintlings kisses

The wind awash with pious whispers, the weeping willow even is lifted

Gold robes to entrants gifted, hems lifted crossing mithril rivers

Their quivering fronts wearing frond shadows, frogs in the shadows

Kissed to princedom by meadowsweet affectioners, diamonds the size of

Kindness in the messiah grow in priceless clumps, rubies droop vines

A frothing, living gold animates itself, wreathing the temples in burnished kudzu

A lot or a little, as much as you would consume

All things born of womb in gloomless module

New modalities, the sheer violent actuality

Sanity and loss thereof, weight of life is coming off

Too long have I been misery’s eager servant, fervent

In my want of permanence, when none are

From that woe without surcease which does not serve me

I rise wingspreading like a fireshedding phoenix, She

In blue livery, splendorous in aquamarine 

Communicating fair patronage, fit for a queen

A diamantine band across her brow’s span

Shining like a crystal bat in a fireowl’s talons