Alchemisland

Do you realize when it happens? Have you by craft and tact and wile

Become a Titan?

Is it something tactile?

Can it be smelt, like a newly dealt fart,

Or seen before a hoping beholder’s eyes

Like flora and fauna when springtime arrives?

Thriving after so long on that Bible only diet

I was living on a prayer

Like Bon Jovi, I was staring up the stairs without the energy to keep going

Through oaths in my throat

Willing heaven to open to send opal-crowned angels 

To hold me, in gold-spun robes

In tunics and white togas like upright Romans

Lift me up and guide me to where I’m going

Like a comet skidding across the sky

With divers holy men in tow, building the road as it goes.