Performing Alchemy
I have become
as spagyric art
A will-o-wisp of the pen
as each drop of ink falls,
it reflects its alchemy
in my eyes,
like drawing fraternal twins
in a jade sky
I see a measure
of my sadness,
and my joy
presented as balanced scales
perfectly level
but they scatter apart
against a northern wind
tiger blue dragonflies
possess my mind
and the walls sweat
green moss
symphonic trumpets
herald the flickering
lifted and scorched
I separate to join,
as I soar
with the swoon of my art
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