Spicy scents
Reminders of unbroken past tense
From insentience to insentience through entropy
Intense reality feeling at the dismal end of proceedings
Greased with fortunes bequeathed from dead to dying men
Pyres highering at corpse imbibing
Greenery coming alive when we’re eaten
Given back to life-lending loam, unknown words on a headstone
Indecipherable as jibes birds share returning home, fleeing coolness.
One light stays any dark however deep or primal
Dispelling light unveiling plots and hidden knives
Nothing of night is hidden
Further secret tunnels rekindle
Turning, further burrowing to burning middle.
Alchemisland 
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