Alchemisland

Man, some heat in that sun it’s crazy for October

Too late for an Indian one must be summer repeating over

Fireworks impress me less as I get older

Hate them as a cat owner

Loner most days but appreciate trick or treaters for the one day

That’s in it, I appreciate the pagania in all this pageantry

Seeing your breath

Seeing visions of your death which leave you cold

Hearing leaves crashing, crackling at step

Decreasing the season’s crescendo

Disciplined appropriately for how I spoke to the Pope

Like he was a normal bloke, near-dead almost wholly ghost

I look like that bloke, image is ancient though

Does anything ever change? Feeling so so

So I go to take a lie down, quiet as one lying low

I come close to dying no one is checking in

Pulse like a pulse mine, heart maintaining death metal timing

Climbing and climbing unto a line.