Alchemisland

Prisms and prison

Love that’s hard fisted

They prepared for me a meal, their preferred visitor,

Of greasy monkey brains and glistening viscera

Prion disease as a form of initiate wisdom

Fried circuits, bread and circus, ill-gotten surplus

Camels for virgins

Part of Vortigern’s circle

Without virtue but the deserving circuit upon my proud brow

Worming circlet invites in servants a form of burning thirst

Nothing conserving about the everburning fires of untiring Inferno

A man with a thousand names and zero definite faces braces

As if more quickly to regain posture out of some strike’s expecation

He begins his evocation

With the utterance of a name to last beyond now

A shout echoing down history like a schism.