Slaves in chains should stay in lanes
Don’t worry about daily takings
Daily taking what my dealer calls God’s Breath
Second I take it, elevates my resting heartrate tier
Speak my name loud and clear like Sega gear upon hitting power
Hitting upon power already in my keeping
But hidden from me, the keeper of keys
Listening trees seeming to lean, or was it the breeze?
Telling the bees
Wells deep and ceaseless, thousands of criss-crossing streams
Boundless as any mind’s reaches, verily teeming
No truck with Reason or any resulting deviancies
Stuck repeating one Easter.
Alchemisland 
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