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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • My first rose

    In my haunted garden artery hardening plants Barb and spar sporting spar for sparse light in slight expanse. Preaching age’s lessons with speechless, effortless change A rose which glowed mauve this molten morning’s eke Roves at dark-courting, gauzing dusk to a bleeding shade Rust ruffed. Upon touch, reducts to dust. The cup of the lustral,…

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    20th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry, roses
  • The fourth divorce of everloving George

    Plant your standers and standard Order in a voice of command Your man to similarly stand and have at me, the bastard! Make mincemeat beef of his kiss planter, formerly handsome; I will duel to death any cad to handle that jewel she cattishly dangles. I come bearing humble, appropriate gifts like a veteran ambassador Tokens…

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    20th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, love, poem, poetry
  • Purchasecraft

    Pursuing what only patient minds discern My burning astuteness undeserved A lotto winning murderer or something worse. Finding some grinding delight in what blinds the next Bind thyself to the promise of thy broken legs. The sect The insect sex Her hinted neck With all the subtlety of the hope diamond. I beg Cybele of…

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    19th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Wished eyeless

    To be blind the scholar’s fate A polymath now, a Polyphemus later During satyr ages that unmixed wine taker was made glad of undeafness. Hard-ridden eyes in greyness rise, that is age’s tithe. Yon Cannot Scribe who being blind made callous Upbraids his wife who as maiden he praised, now appraised his typist A timely…

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    19th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, blindness, creation, creative writing, darkness, dictation, eyeless, poem, poetry, sense, sight
  • Colourmix

    Lacing papers, taming agent’s taper flamed, inhale the vapours Go through the day with my nail file I am facing a strife-stabbed life of breaking iron Closing maidens nail-lined Laden silence, nail biting Languid sloth paces I find grinding Snail like, pervasive maiden quiet Bitten too many times; when a hand extends I shy from…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poet, poetry
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