Alchemisland

Alexander’s blade divorces the sage-confounding knot Gordian.

I want a fort fit for a lord, sables, foxfurs and stoles, things stolen

Votives upon a table ritually set. That unstoppable itch within Set

To kill his brother and commit incest with sisterwife Isis as she wept.

I cannot fall into step.

I dream then scrawl the divine devices I have seen

Blessed by demons. Writing tantamount to screaming.

Seething to be. I bleed, calling sea things to me.

Seachange. Seat change. Throne vacated

Deranged neck by crownweight rearranged

I am hull and husk. Lullaby of a dredging net

Which will collide with my sunken bulk. Edging nests

Over cliffsides to descry mystical signs in the pregnant mess.