Acid visions of astral transit
Visitations by aliens, ancient ancestors
Elves made of machinery, eager to chat, the pull of them
A tunnel of mirrored cubes, with no divisions betwixt
Girdling a twisting Styx of rushing lava, spine a ladder
Which orgasm climbs at climax time, a milk dragon
Ferried me to far Orion, where I met verididerm Osiris
His missing phallus fashioned into a grotesque, priapic chalice
Fifteen pints of horse blood from the royal brood rooted in Ur;
Hacking through the badly made walls of this paper planet.
Alchemisland 
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