Heightened occasions require ceremony and lightning, firelighting
In ‘pard flannel and lucre gathered from beaches along the channel
The King happy-dull jumps the belled bulls
Action expels the tug of his charismatic woes
Bare-breasted, void-nested, her parlour a nest of poisons and shells
Little yet of self
Her trestle table carved with Nestor’s face, instruments new metals
Inscribed wards for fending off any devils which deign towards
Lovestained floors. A sky the pie of old abortion this morning.
Alchemisland 
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