Regretting ways behaved
I miss the way
It felt when you shaved
Cave warmth of your nearby hide
Farside Gallery calendar full of dates you won’t make
Gifts you won’t receive, cakes you won’t bake.
Keep accounts, lists
Birds I’ve mounted, trysts
Blistered fingers thumbing blisterpacks
Wrists blacked from the blick’s click blast
Hot lead lashing out, chinking his alabaster
Gun’s report massive
Toward decibels masked piggies massing
Outing scoundrels
Drowning mountains
Youthful fountain
I have found it
Maze of nouns
Encased by sounds.
Alchemisland 
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