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