Alchemisland

A virtuous hurt

All searching verbs fail to infer the fervency

Of my lust; the Argosy housing all the art you see

Lost in some distant and more barbarous sea

Some nameless screeder

Cried greedily for someone better than me.

Eating seeds, that I should accede to a cedar’s form when deceased

Let the tightly wound cerecloth be relieved by root and leaf

Her metered affections

Her love on leave

For she maintained a month’s holidays, to take when she pleased

Even you will admit, she confirmed without consultation

That you are beastly and best faced in bursts brief

Enough that your outbursts shine with charm’s yielding varnish

Even the stout, tough stuff is tarnished by my marring touch

Ethered again and barring real touch

I shall nothing feel this evening, foot-tattooed my revealing ceiling

I’m something someone enjoys trying but wouldn’t eat again

A tour we took we took a tour

Her fading allure. That rapidly-maddening sprezzatura

I express it to Ra for assurance.