Alchemisland

Typing up my antitypes, hidden gospels behind the light

Bound angels in rapid flight, ready for the final fight

Wings of fire outspread golden flecked the night

In the fumes of drug induced fugues drawing down the moon

Asking it for boons, the skills of illusions that rude minds deluge

Three days without news, cage is a refuge

They came to get you but I refused to allow them to subdue you

Jewel of the Jews, the prophet’s oldest newest muse

Finally, I can answer yes when callers ask if I’ve heard the good news

Solomon dancing, but to what tune?

On what strange esculents did centaurs chew?

And from that well, knowledge drew

A delicate papyrus which I perused last June

Has taken root inside; in the secret room in the pharaoh’s tomb

I await the music, my mind imbued with sacral solitude

Brothers feuding, duelling, to the last trumpet’s tune

Strumpets strewn in gutters

Fire consumed everything, ash upon it all like a crumpet gushing butter

One last crushing blow unto age-long stillness, nothing flutters

Everything suddenly shoots violently upward

All your suffering was for you, no test of toughness or rectitude

No need to prove that you knew, were clued in,

But you must prove that you never colluded 

A Bible so thumbed it looks chewed, full of clues

What you get is what you can do, what your due

She descends in loving grace, clad in oceanblues

Light of such brightness that the blind are contused

The words obfuscating since Babylon are no longer confused

Revealed, revealing what They sought to occlude

Nothing true on the news, on my knees in the pews

Nodding along to a holy haiku

Hiking to a high place for an unlike view and meeting a Guru

Serpents and lizards, hunting the Buru

Animals the last few

Handling the lash which chewed the Nazarene’s back

A king higher than Irish viking-killer Brian Boru

Follows the hidden path, the twisting track his donuted handpalm maps.