Such amazing weights borne gracefully
Words marry with tasteful ceremony
Fate-binding winds before they turn away from me
Bloodletting, praying beside vials of incorruptible saintblood
Waves raising all heights like raving arms at night’s zenith
Queenly-seeming, seething until the next comes speeding in.
My eye colour tide like an unstill coverlet
Flagging rudder of Mother Sun, sobering temperature recording
Beneath a covering suffering, heat full summer exceeding
Weather for faraway Britishers and streetbound basset hounds, indeed.
Derided wine which pining wide-eyed Moon cries.
From craven emblem Land,
Bored Stormlord seeing snakeraptwrapped wife snaps, attires
The globe in ruinous inclemency, all delicacy’s end:
Great sail-filling gales He sighs, pillar-snapping,
All seizing, teeming, alive-seeming, green as Osiris.
Alchemisland 
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