Chalk moon, chirping and cawing below
Choirly glimmer gowks shouting a slow tattoo
Stars like the frozen spray of a piss fountain
Glued to the blacksuited back of some enormous, tactless accountant
Branches swooning, hooting owls banshee crooning
Dirigible necks all directions, all sights in eyes yet unmoving
Feathers glowing, the half-light a pinion boon
Black caul aul night
Wet muck trowled and thrun about.
Alchemisland 
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