Adoration, giftwrapped representations
Of his future station
His crib his grave, his nailed-on fate
Magi Christchild star-heavy nightsky
A looming moon
Like someone bored an onyx bar
To reveal the tallow paleness of a bigger being’s arse
Low, harsh, judgemental, imperious, and very very serious
Wiping my eyes so hard it draws tears, trying to impede delirium
But there it is, as before it had appeared,
Seeming to scrape the dune rims.
Alchemisland 
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