Alchemisland

Lottos a lot like duels

According to my useless jotter’s blot-polluted musings

I hate having recorded these discordant delusions

But the allusion no water throughs;

Me against you. One from two, for all the jewels.

Rules, few as you would consent to

The people one runs into, in such places one would never expect

We would not permit even in brittle fiction the contrivances life spins

Hope springs briefly in my experience, so go where it leads period

Win thy due honour even in demise by dream’s nearness, as a knight might.