Extinguish the guiding lights
All sense of the divine, and of science
Revert to ruder times
Imbue your savage lines with a primal jaggedness, and worrying ice
Write by night using the right’s wicked companion
Until the desk wax slick, the wick low
Ride by night across Wicklow
Darkness thick and sticky, never slow
Write by night.
Alchemisland 
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