Reddening lips purely to further our native instinct toward love
Embrace, long kissing in a rilled garden
A single snake hissing
Full of venom like I’m young again
Ink floods vellum
What malevolent credo urged one to threaten with soup art
Which to nation’s whole belongs
Incredulous, I cannot answer all the questions I ask
Which darken like a cancer on a doctor’s chart
All heart’s gladness, what end times madness arises in us now
Chants, hooded acolytes stamping around banned book burnings
Toecurling visions of ant wisdom
The end of division through the end of history
The end of mystery.
Alchemisland 
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