Alchemisland

Again and again, waves disobey my prayers for pain’s abatement

My hands clasp together so tightly

The skin breaks

I am the skin on the scalding milk

I am the Will that breaks the whipping wind

I am silk and coarseness

I am deep rilles, and rushing courses

Pangs and bangs, odd forces

A pauseless faucet puking water black as creation 

A crack then ten, a wall striated.