A blow I thought’d miss hit clean and cleaved
The stars were like my broken teeth
Scattered across the bar’s scored teak
My personality a persistent leak; one that lasts as long as it lasts.
East enough of Eden you’ll loop around to its westmost girdle fast,
Guarded by an oft-genuflecting angel of vast wing-reign
Who twirls an unworldy sword of Merlinfire against the Fall’s resustaining.
Alchemisland 
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