Alchemisland

Meandering sciences like crafts unpiloted

This way and that way, tugging and repelling, rewriting the skies

I have to wear a disguise to write, that much I do despise myself

I must rise from bed and write despite myself, for my bread

What the right refuses, the left will endeavour to do

I will not be led, I will not be the first bled, the path to the left

I cannot reveal where it has led, only that I am bereft

Inside Her cleft flesh

I found after messy investigation, the missives a missing angel left

Recalling past lives to decode the symbols of the rite

Muggles can’t understand the initiatic languages

What antics go on in the attics?

Gods from a sunken kingdom, in the middle Atlantic

My hands quake, all feels frantic, as bidden taking what’s handed

Crying out, that candied voice with a maidentaste

If words could embrace; forceful forcelike, as if to try to wake me

Escape, escape, escape!