Alchemy
The migratory mind indomitable,
the spirited surfer on waves of life
of curled crests framed by fractured moon
and dark troughs where stars have sunk,
recedes with the ebb of time,
seeks the shore of the past.
The shifting sands etch seaward footprints,
contoured as the corroding design of decay.
Time arrow finds the destined course
to the topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wasteland abandoned
where emptiness engulfs the hues of hope.
In the weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to debris dump.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence,
waits to be walked fascinated
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow.
The innovative memory invents
the arcane acumen of alchemy,
glitters gold in the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the junkyard
on the scrap stack of bleak being,
with the touch of the Midas mind.
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June 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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