Alchemical Imagination

Diamonds scattered across the sky, drizzling upon us as we silently tango through time, impaled by the edges of our parallel reality, as our dimming candle sparks the shadows of our unconscious infernos, that tug at the noose around our necks, We count sheep to the blare of taiko drums perdition singing as the morning sun our alchemical imagination being used against us, like a firing squad dutifully delivering us, one stray bullet at a time