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Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Lip tax

    Around my bangle-thick mangrove-angled Neck hangs a warding ankh Through unwardened acres wolf-paraded Over arid terrains, marring swathes, will I wade Carrying overhead large bales, any weight. Realignment’s price and pain. Some vast whale’s baleen. Railinged sky pale alienly Inalienable, her name’s rhyme is my painful lust’s alias Her name rhymes With the way she’s…

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    5th Jul 2026
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  • Still careful

    Durst I cleave a way, break with inherited trait And manner of communication, go between unerringly straight Leaving the philosopher’s knot knifed cleanly felt a betrayal of the spirit In which it was tied, but the latecoming ship is time And time is fire. Nothing bided, nothing left by, no one let by. Woes the…

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    4th Jul 2026
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  • Heartbird

    The line you toe has its fine hold. My mind’s holding cage Espies you magpieing in fine gold, blazing. Aztec fire, Prussian shade Everything has its time and rushing’s vain. “I don’t take wine” she pointed her anointed knife toward my rushing veins. Cold, grim and frostbitten, throat-focused. Ice-lipped, vice-committed, some Russian vein. You are…

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    4th Jul 2026
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    creative writing, love, poem, poetry
  • A living statue

    A doorman couldn’t keep me outside She had a dormer you could sit inside Warm my hands in her kitten, mitten style Sitting, fat bitten a while. A vista fit for suicide She’s blue, I’m glued, two down from crocodile. Illegal dealings in the rearview, recent. The rest inferior, she’s the reason I dress the…

    alchemisland

    4th Jul 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Moonsongs

    Slapped to flush my devotion utter I cross oceans of wonder to crawl to her toes Reposed below, cold as a fridge rose in a silk-sundered coffin I haunt the gutters under Dublin. She is a softening woman Slaughtered dozens, caught up lovers Cauterize the flesh you’ve ulcered. On the porch when I saw your…

    alchemisland

    3rd Jul 2026
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