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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Increasingly hard to discern

    Thus must be The inestimable testament of my low deeds dictated aloud: Scenes from a life which no joy allowed. Every scribe hired out expires shortly thereafter Soon they’ll die out like cowards never seem to do in battle. I meet them, repeat my life’s meat, then death greets them No sooner seated are ferried…

    alchemisland

    7th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • -Wantprayers-

    Florida, only closer New ways of self-promoting Like floats coated with logos of the no-go businesses you own. Florid and boastful toasts I can only hold the wrong note I can only fly when storm is close Saratoga, neat gloss Toe rings, cheap socks Logos, sea moss Togas, street boss Phobos, Deimos FOMO, teapots Oh…

    alchemisland

    6th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry, want
  • Unaccustomed heat

    Too sore even to stretch Two steel swords gore-etched Blood-drenched Unentrenched Liberty wields. My life feels like silence after a long song Once bluebottle soul still as Sol over Gibeon of the silted pit My stilted pips Spread filth Across gilded lips Puckered to kiss. Delayed action Belated relief. Relating more to a skeletal leaf …

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    6th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, autumn, creative writing, fall, poem, poetry, seasons, shedding
  • Shards of darkbright in either heel

    Yardlightly Dark-clad faith shines at approach. Her hold heals as a yarn might  A young mind; A tall tale, When the answer is too large  For the querent’s inchoate capacity.

    alchemisland

    6th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • The Birds of Florida

    Effervescent tortures, ordure, orders overtures, formerly cured Bored Epicurians, chew-jaded. New ancients. Plated. Blue jade Screaming until I’m blue faced. Pen’s pace apes moon phases. Tunnel boring, I’m devising new ways to cross ocean floors; Brunel in the morning. Who can tell that you’re mourning? The mask which fell, whose impelling spell hid your glory,…

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    6th Aug 2026
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    alchemisland, alturas, birds, creative writing, florida, love, poem, poetry, purple
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