Alchemisland

Took a trip to Bath as part of my masonic passage

My patron lends his patronage, boosting me up the ranks

I’m rushing like tanks over sandbags, across no man’s land

Toward my thirty third degree, wiser man than me 

Decreed this the age of adulthood, when all childhood flees

Freed of youth, the form informed of the high price of former abuse

Skin loosens, teeth green and chip during tea, hair greys and lessens

Obsessions with methods, going over and over battles in my head

Could it have been tackled differently to net a different end

Creating time loops, pride-suffused quest to prove, trying to mend

Fragments shattered by my hand, you can’t bring back Laura Palmer

Took a trip to my bath, to bathe my ailing oft-cracking back

It sounds like radio static, I took down decorations from the attic

Found myself a baggie I’d stored back here, my shoulder baddy

Tempted like Samael leading Eve to eat apples, slam it

Soon I’m on it like mad, wrecking the pad in my pants

Gunhands, peering around corners like Gears of War lads.