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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Welcoming the rack

    Day of punitive length’s welcome end Collapsing spent, unit’s strength well tested Day of punitive length’s welcome end Western temperatures, no appetite for spaghetti The good, the bad, and the sweaty. In wet Ireland, we’ve not kept up with these Serengeti temperatures Rare celsius, rare grammar no Kelsey Green diet no kelp feed Hell helps…

    alchemisland

    20th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, hot, poem, poetry, summer, temperature, time
  • Fishbelly butterfly lunch

    Privated skies, private places Avenues, Heights, Mews, Gables Imperial names hyphenated stately. Between spaces, spaces between A thing supreme That kingly queen eclipses heretofores. Her want snips my repellent cordons That portal’s bore’s been exposed since. My silver-scored palm examined it clammily My filthy hands silt teeming did fit without cramming A love salmon-bellied, which…

    alchemisland

    19th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Crow codex

    Sorry that you can’t afford Coffee cup and guided tour. Vast satisfaction machines, holiday sewers Gnashing demon teeth, horrible fluids Soft weapons, pliant skewers, sticky keys A brief that reads Release the supreme disease

    alchemisland

    18th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Hues

    This weed, cateye green My eyes red like that cab Christine New sheen or recalled at least some forgotten pristine The hues which speeding blurred to unmeaning refused my refusal. She knew what I told her and so I told her everything. The nail-tugging inquisitor of unfilled silence I fill with secrets, to see who…

    alchemisland

    17th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • How a frostblood fares during sunflares

    Where love burgeons urgents the listening asp; A holding branch snapped My life’s blister exuded glistening sap. Crocus grew whereat She lotus sat at cockrow. Later, in a plaintive solar, a smashed urn sat like Saturn’s molars Having eaten a stone; behold, his last and best son is stolen. We focus that Which holds to…

    alchemisland

    16th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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