Alchemisland

Sun crowned Lictor waits, he will be blade nicked then drowned

Worlds underground, i go now to feed winds, seed thunders, freed then.

BenBen the sacred mound prolonging his prophetically assured drowning;

You pass it everyday in town, every obelisk’s sun-licked crown.

Alchemical works uncovering primordial matter, could be a doctor

An accountant, less about prowess, tenacity is what counts

Acid which eats away facade is the medusa mask on a stick

That keeps out cowards

There’s a line that’s your side, it’s defined so stick

Or split, I split the stick

I raise a hand to raise a wind

Window bursts open, whips heat from the wick

I split the stick I lead them out from Egypt, no more wicked Thebes

No more thieved days, no more brick hod backbreaking labour

I am betrayed loose lips someone has let slip

But some things slowly brought to motion

Suddenly cannot be abated, fate cannot be persuaded once awakened

Must be outwaited or wholly razed; and what choice the sitting powers made, you ask?