Chill night marking miles
Mike’s just a chill guy
Hands down the pockets of my ill strides
Cold out so soles chilled of my slides
Sliding along a meandering mirror
High snow banks to either side
Skaters eighting the ice-encased river
Carving amazing shapes for avians
Proceeding without delay
Won’t you stay with us for another drink
Their food looks delectable
To make you softer
Through sloth, you will elect
Yourself for suffering
You never drink or eat what fairies offer
No matter how often they ask
No matter how soft the satin they dangle
No matter their angle
Manage desire and anger, either
Sparks flying off into the sky
God working something into shape
Holding his angle grinder
In view of full-heighted angels
In driven snow eiderdown, drowned in eyes
Thor’s dwarfcraft, leal. Mjolnir
Sleek and repealing, death dealing
World’s whorling ceiling peeling back
Revealing the demon behind the mask
Loose clasp by merest action undone
Frail, black
Like a batwing separating on the rack
Alchemisland 
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