I have had everything and known
The boon of heavy levies
How to pay the rent unknown
Or what to paint the Bentley, gold?
Most have one and long another but I’ve had both
And trust me, nothing changes that is bred in the bone.
My poems are dark-loaded stones
Skimmed across a thumbnail ocean
Until my skinnying mind is given entire, devotion by devotion.
Thrown to lions grown on Christian meals to please evil Rome.
I am eager to roam
Alas
Am eagle in dreams alone.
I have faced the fact
That I am not a leaver.
Alchemisland 
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