Alchemisland

A host of krakens accosted the waymaking boat of my mind

As during some long prophesied flood’s due prologue.

Its crew, unsavable host, tossed to-fro, go graveless unto ghostude;

Lapse screaming like a cat unkeen’s kittens into brine’s indifferent sack.

Unclothed revelation came close whilst sleep conveyed

To deeper layers the fate-steeped meanings of my wasted day.

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Smoten who deigned behold

Wotan’s faith. Fiercer, woad-painted days,

A religion so jagged and backward,

So shorn of commendable aspect,

Even the Romans tireless of slaughter

Did not order rendered to dusty surrenderment

Their already-barren domain. Lusting 

Little that grew above their crude border,

And less of what the gelid isle alongside

Was hiding besides boredom. More

Giant elks statured many ells

Hulks astride an Earth still primal;

Primate in that unroman climate.

A goddess strange and nameless

Whose aspects were tripartite.