Alchemy

I have a weak spot for crucibles, 3-day beards, muscular executive functions, crow's feet, mouth-shut mastication, "project" lovers, correct cutlery handling, the cresting of infatuation, that neverspace where gold shimmers out of reach

pour transformer lead to roses we stretch our breath to brittle glass where quivers our last words already turned to salt in the orbit of impossible we open a crack into that zone where words ignite melt back into their primal elements thinking this is gathering then begins interventions of light to raise new gold from our language