Alchemisland

New ceiling

Leagues above my colleagues

Concerning collegiate matters

My patterns and patter elite

Beggaring belief

I start to think of a new leaf

In fact, entire new trees

Blooming from seed to sky and sky to seed

So above, they’re below

I’m the snow, them ground below, overcoat

My upturned overcoat collar covers my throat whose holler overthrows, empties thrones

I have thrown around my words carelessly, lacked daring when force was necessary

I have been guilty of sitting and staring, caring so much that I am a statue in appearance.