Alchemisland

Raving my cave black

Rocking forth then back writing unreadable tracts in Yola and Forth and Bargy

Morning light sees mine walls daubed night-hided

Like the feathered frame of a fatal-noted raven there alighted, living somehow inside the design

Losing my cool, again the promise of the jewel

Whose mere proximity will sear away the frailty I have let overtake me

This softening some softly call ageing but one must rage against the blank pagening

Ruination, masses of missed meals and scant fluid intake adding up to my undoing

My master’s hoofs are cloven, he wears a removable face

He demanded all clues effaced from what I had produced

My clarity was polluted while that task’s completion remained overdue

I felt delusional, at airy remove

So I went there, to that room

To remove the rudiments proving my collusion

But in so doing, my guilt to them was proven

Shattered fair doubt or perfuming illusion

Of good personage, courage wanes unto dissipation with each hurdle

I will not lose.