Alchemisland

Now’s the time to make the call

If I go now that’s it, I’ll never call

I’ll think about everything everyday but never break nor remount the wall

Like a citadel taker at the breaking of achingly some long siege

Ice again repeats

Cold coats closed tight, icy hands shrouded by long sleeves

I was too eager to notice the bleeding

Only upon leaving were my woundstrengths unconcealed

Such a long stretch I had there spent, bent now beyond mend

There is no beyond apprehension

Only the quiet me my birdcage made

Acagey mendicant raging against the fidgeting feet of dying day

Let my silence be not venom-slick rage, but an endless brevity of cleverly blank pages.