Alchemisland

Around my bangle-thick mangrove-angled

Neck hangs a warding ankh

Through unwardened acres wolf-paraded

Over arid terrains, marring swathes, will I wade

Carrying overhead large bales, any weight. Realignment’s price and pain.

Some vast whale’s baleen. Railinged sky pale alienly

Inalienable, her name’s rhyme is my painful lust’s alias

Her name rhymes

With the way she’s made up, unfrail

I like the way her mind is made up, unafraid

To say what way suits her taste. Make up

Heightens only slightly what the divine writing made perfect

I read back the words I said and I find where our circles first intersect.

The future moves backward from the result of what happens

We sense pasts which never happened in acid tab flashes.