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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • RING SELECTION

    No initiate symbols or handshake ringpulls Far from how you were raised, that finery. They want me confined, simple Slight light as from a dying Kindle at night Sliced her sleep-fighting face magpie pied. Gabber on at piping-hot-mouthed gatling gun speeds Rat on me I’ll stab you deep Fratlike need, I’m flatlining bags of speed…

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    26th Aug 2026
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    poem, poet, poetry
  • Knights and the weight of friendship

    Sleet cold smile Discerned behind His ornate helm of iron Narrowly-visored frontispiece Bearing a rook’s beak in crooked steel A rounded pate inlaid with fascinating lines Mythical scenes from canons yet-unseen. He Whose comet is not yet come around Does not abound in comrades.

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    25th Aug 2026
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  • Armoured protector

    Lapis lazuli his catch-your-eye devices. Imagine man plated Coloured like a sedated Yet defensively animated Camouflager. My beak weakens, steamless Beaten by the steel of her teak. The moment that she speaks At once every hue flashes peep show fashion the filled seats. From butter to blood to blackness; unfocused, impressionist crocuses; Yellow, purple, red,…

    alchemisland

    24th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Marrying a beetle

    My stem web-filmed Three night’s sleepless Sneak in an easing blend between Coke lines widthed like Elephant knees Chain like Goliath’s bike Ring selection, Mordorine Perp tank border drive Purp ganj tore me borderline My eyes warning fires. Courting sentences I’m at the Spire guiding The buyers. A sidewalk spider Of spilled gutrot cider contented…

    alchemisland

    24th Aug 2026
    Filí my pockets
    poem, poet, poetry
  • Death of a captain

    You hardly kiss me I am Nelson dying, knowing triumph is at hand Guided to the mystery, surrounded by gallants Saying Kiss me, Hardy. Give your hand as ballast. Flimsy the sand hemming in the sea from the land I cannot see the seaside without the brand of Hemingway’s heavy hand. I felt unforced a…

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    24th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, death, love, nelson, poem, poetry
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