Alchemisland

How all roads lead here, sigilled signs every half-quarter mile

My house must be Rome, size colossus Rhodes

Hanging garden rose-guarded, forest behind Mary Arden

Sequels to everything I wrote in an open fire roasting

I erase my name from the roster to escape the rat race 

I move in with big plans, vulture funds, property changing hands

Rome wasn’t built in a day don’t feel guilty

But it was built on seven hills

Toilet grotty filthy 

Done as many pills as hills in the Hill 16.