Alchemisland

What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound

My upsetting letter was the scar reviver

My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire

My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground

Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians

These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned,

In the dirt, the corpse of his carrot in a worm crown.

Before riding out I visited her garret, demanded proof

The aloof seer Tomblurker Lucia misconstrued the runes, you see.

Her antlered ceiling held a bore, more, three, for moonbeams to lean in.

Her collaring voice she borrowed from a chiefly demon,

Thrumming bees and dulcimer strumming in opium dreams.

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Else you might be next

They’ll say shame but he hadn’t read the relevant text

Then the next’ll read all about it.