A green more green than that Ur painter needed to eke out his dream from voidslabs
A scene which seen seems to see back, and indeed seems eager to convene
A central womb from which it speaks a boreal communion, a reunion of squeals
Equal to a greaseless wheel yet in my courage it peals, zealing me
Words appear which are clear as the hippocrene for one muse-seen
Now and then amalgamate, night to day reconflated, melting dates slough away
All the while a voice tintinnabulating seeks me not away never, here to stay
A bulbous titan ambulates from a sudden grave which apports in that grove
A voice like a man’s at least in my ear’s recording begins reporting
A hand of vast span casts a five pointed shadow, I beneath that panel
Realize myself imprimate, mere animal, I find such climate freeing
He is a frieze of climbery and ivory birch, his entire body a holy church
His furs are mosses, his hues are motley and where he goes leaves birrs
In the appletree chapel, the dappled priest offers up godly feast
Feeding each piece of meat to flame, thereby consigning it to they
Who answer these stillwinter prayers with the handsome buds of May
Plants strange in angle and aspect, inclined to oblique degrees
Degrees in more than earth’s botany required to define these
More like marine creatures, or the rosettes of exothique disease.
Alchemisland 
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