Strange Alchemy
Strange Alchemy
Once I moved dragons with my mind
and turned waves to particles,
summoning angels to clear my way
But now strange hands weave
occult algebra—
Who can make sense of it?
I think my wizard soul
is still scratching out
arcabe formulas and abstruse equations
Playing dice with coyotes and ravens
in subterranean alleyways
casting crazy spells
to get me to the Jardin Alsace Lorraine
For there
awaiting me
is a bench beneath the palms
where on quiet evenings
I will work out my past
and leave it to the future,
solve this thing at last
before wandering off
into the stars
for good
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