Alchemisland

Join and be part my noisy fantasies

In cloying daydream’s ungraspable moray darkness

I chase frantically across Arcadian landscapes a one-handed priest,

His wind-jazzed chasuble making napkin geese.

To aid fleetness jettisoned both napsack and fleece

Printing our brief melee

Upon the mage-favoured leys of a hazy, laneless chase.