If any of you feel like showing us what you have been doing lately that would be wonderful.

In my lair I mix metals, amalgamate time
Merging and fusing, admix and combine
Brewing, decocting, sacramentalish wine
Of mead from the Abby bees, rich and divine
Scented with flowers, with herbs and with pine
And bright tastings of gold from a glade mallow mine
Here pieces of wonder manifest and entwine
A profound mystic mixture too deep to define
But for one whispered breath: "There are words on the shrine"

COSTELLO