Alchemisland

In the bay

Pulling the plug from the world’s bathtub

One hard tug and it’s done

Out goes bathwater, out goes baby

Bio reads outgoing, wants a baby

On that front I’m unsure I’m afraid, mark me maybe

Where before I saw internal sparks

Like a duct taped engine starting up and spluttering

Now replaced by less, numbness and nothing, a sable space

I pray some magnetic grace will garnish my utterances

A word to burrow under the skin

Start gutbutterflies fluttering.