Alchemisland

I read leaves in the tea

And in streets as sleet sweeps

When trees release them, when wise beasts sleep

The reaping season

That’s me, of that seed

Virgoan to a T

Anxious, everything done fastidiously

Fidgety, don’t ever disrespect me

I expect a lot

But don’t expect what from me

What you’ve got I’ve got, what I’ve got I’ve got

That’s it, don’t rock the shutters

‘Cause I’ve closed up shop.