Moving house, an hiring van.
Illusion-drowning Hierophant;
My Bic Biro plants.
An indelible brand
Some incredible hand sky-stranded, rune-woaded.
Fingers diamond-tipped grip my manse and shake.
A trip. Hands slip dripping stones
Pants pocket stowed, dancing by a lake
Enchanting a toad, extolling the face
I find her there below, glowing and golden
Holding all my stolen grace. I cast overboard
Hemper hawsers to make her a space aboard my caulked boat
Missing words form like curds in my mind but abort in my throat
Undefined.
Alchemisland 
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