Alchemisland

Black as a phantom’s lacking carapace, a glazed and oily shadow.

Like a thrown snowball hurtling fated to burst, eternity unto obscurity.

Surety being read future tense hasten towards death; latent deathwant.

A friend must recall his debt eventually, releasing the pent; the burnt moth.

Freeing oneself from dependents, from dependencies,

From the great stupendous vanity into which beauty vanishes.