Vision afflicted drug addicted
Liquid you take when sick helps me paint my pictures
Went from stick figures to icons, saints
Eventually graduated to chiselling, the widow’s mistress
Only stone lasts, hidden in windows my imperceptible masterpiece
Always stoned, always stowing
No idea where we’re going
No decision until I throw my bones
Sprinkle in a votive
Owed favours by those in the know
No tracking, because my phone still says Hello Moto
Blowing Os, more holes in this hoe than the ozone.
Alchemisland 
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