Circular behaviours
Shaving years off the grave age each blaze
Glory blaze, corpse to the brazier for everlasting fame, Bronze Age ways
Borrowed space
In a hollow measured in Hobbit paces
A corpse in cerecloth with my face
Something nascent
Given as a gift to me by a gleeful ancient
My bleeding key to undoing his aging.
Alchemisland 
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