Alchemisland

Love if I could blame my career

For not seeing Korea,

But I have none, thereby do meagreing arrears

Arrest my wrestling with appearances.

Fewer ideas with each blunt

Yet I still summon, eject, some.

But the truth, as will appear plainly to regular users,

Is that I rarely leave my room

Save to be gloomy,

Maybe return to my gluey gloom-making room

With an idea or two,

To prune back into something cruel.