Alchemisland

Dreaming, dreaming of lost history

Of self-antsizing cosmic mystery 

Of sawmouthed sirens 

Of event horizon tyrants 

Travelling tens of millions of miles 

Untired, cleaving a Byron sky 

Creamy stars whisking by 

To calm me, keep whiskey by

All dark things astride tonight

Abounding, bounding

Pounding where they might.