Finding in effluvia the flew-for jewel
The school of her all-white eye where I was sole pupil
The ruled roost
The loosely ruled page ruined
Reduced to a rag for the juice of my nagging wounds
The spoonback of her face, lavish once
Aprons, hammers, pillars, ladders, spiderless manse
Chequerboard pattern by way of grass
An uncourtly portrait of tortured Athaliah consuming her womb
Vitruvian rooms, to a God’s eye the Ur shape of a human looms
In every grass blade and wider acre those stalks sustain,
In every pebbled walkway or forever backward place.
Alchemisland 
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