A scream from the dell we shall not hear again
A strong current my presence seems to disturb
Streams flowing upward, time playing in reverse
Like a rock LP, so mom can find satanic words
Naming the corpsesite before the river is dredged
Racket skis leaving cryptid prints by its wet edge
Lured, mothing toward brightness
Finally crept outside and wept
Sky colour cider
Clouds a rain library
Lame beggars in lanes off the sidewalk
Baulking, talk-extinguishing sights
Present in the anguished knight, bruised from fighting
Against the light, against the light
Brighter yet for combat’s trials
Smiling, smiling despite strife.
Alchemisland 
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