Vermouths, high proofs smell like makeup remover
Aloof, at an affected removal from you
Little dwindling about my movements
A creature at remove, moonful
Ever a mover like a stranger to time
A wader through air, a graceful soarer toward and around danger
Did with iron bar and quivering eye prise apart.
The darkness died, turned inward on itself like fried spider legs
Light permitted where none shone since dark deep undivided were
They truly admire those works hastily outshat
Hot sludge pasting a chamberpot’s face after tasting exotic plates
Hated the face gazing back
Spit glazed the mirror’s face.
Alchemisland 
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