Alchemisland

Straining daylight canine apt Balm for the insane Nailed palms fail holding onto given alms Through my cap Apollo’s lash’s scalding tips impale my brain Cutting through all dash Heat like spice and hunger and tiredness a great leveller Even mighty lions whose pelts men died to wear will age out of fierceness.

Ancient Rome post-Domitian A sense of renewed mission The old wants prove rude: wealth, property, worldwide dominion. The bloodthirst of a fish chewer A fistula connecting his doings to Rome’s fiscal ruin. The centre cannot hold If in moonbeams tales are told, that molten O served omen The brittle middle whose part sum is Rome…

In tower-raising days In a hide decorated chamber Nimrod gazed into eternal flames Proclaimed Creator its unamiable presence. Ale-imbalanced constellations reduced to juke dancing. Tutors who either fluked then lied Or paid to pass having failed their exams Wither on branches the chanceless buds.