Valley museless, muted
More moonlike than anything encountered prior
Polluted eyes sapped of valiance by need, lash and habit
Scan from plant covering, his coign of vantage
And place of recovery, taking his bulging hide flask deeply slakes
Drinking a lake’s estate in acreage, his nails breaking
Every inch that aching, broken form resembling the Christflank.
Planked prone upon Mars rock plateau overlooking valley’s bowl
Eternities rolling, extolling moment’s meagreness
Miles millions whose Floodmade pavilions had never known kings
Lingering existence insistent
The incremental thief promises next week to return
And next week and next week and next week.
Here, things cluster in mystically important threes
Spilling upward like blowholed spume looming; LSD anthills
Ruins of empires rising solely in mind, like the spine’s sun
Ladderback climbed by fireflights of triumphal orgasm, the final night
Climbing out with heads bebraziered, lazy marching lame saviours
Caves along the midriff of a mesa in the shifting middle distance
Like gem hollows upon an Ephod’s front, where angels cluster
Muddy stone colours: Dover cliffs, madeira cake, paler caked Geisha.
Buttes like gargantuan salt and pepper shakers
Nature’s shamelessness, in sheer livery
Maskless and graceful
Company undemanding, questions unasked
Needn’t be answered, alas the surpassing alien radiance of dawn breaking
Like staves upholding pagan places erased by pious glaive.
Highmoving light reclaiming slopes, promontories vomit-painted
Oversugared daytime arriving light, rhyming
Allstirring world emerging from mole light, nascent dayhastening
Hazy swaying lightrivers sieving away fearsome-seeming night
So easily seized, everything muddled now so easily seen
Networks of azure-bodied canals, like paradise blood for phoenix preening
Perplexing cloudplay, scenes breeding, skeins seeming to cleave
More pleasingly contorting to familiar form; many pleasant differences.
Alchemisland 
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