Devastated by the death of who
Small crew, tiny circle inside the cube, perimeter you
Can’t pass, chosen few in view of that truth
I hate company down to the tooth, bred in the bone
From skulltop to the short fingers inside your New Rocks
Bread on the phone, blowing up ‘coz I got new rocks arriving, thriving
An author dies I don’t cry because we never met, I never knew
You, how can that be my biggest regret, wept for ignorance
Wept durings songs of innocence but sing something somnolent
Special song of Solomon
Diamonds on the talamh, temple house of prophets
Dazzling glinting fistfuls of manyfaced diamonds
I cannot lie a single one pried
Fills the coffers and skips the line
No doubt many who tried died theredoing
Waves of intense feeling
Intent always like I was a vagabond sleeping
Underpasses, overpasses
Passing gasbags grass bags
Masterful hand to hand combatant.
Alchemisland 
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