[Poem] Empty Alchemy
Empty Alchemy
5.7.12
I gasped when I noticed the bed shake
with each pound of my chest exploding,
face and tears sunk into pillows,
palpitating earthquakes in my bones,
quivering veins, quickened breath
as the force of my own nature
took over me
and pulled the pain
right through me.
It was an eruption of faith,
it was a release of grief,
and it was a surrender of life.
Now the clock is ticking, ticking,
with each thrusting of my heart,
and I need you to complete this work
before it falls apart.
The alchemy seemed conducive,
and the chemistry brought it alive.
The potential hinted radiance,
but can such love survive?
I suddenly remembered how to breathe,
and sucked the salty tears between my teeth.
The hurricane stretched from
my heart to my head
and left a wreck of me
all over my bed sheets.
The waters were too salty,
un-distilled, unclean,
and we mixed them prematurely
so now the flaws of this Great Work are seen.
But if it's too late to start over,
if the stars did not align,
if the season and weather wasn't fine,
then the Rite cannot take place,
and the magic must be stopped,
the experiment brought to a halt.
This disaster, this quake
is not what we were meant to make.
No, there is a force more natural,
more divine, and pure,
and I will accept nothing less
when controlling such energetic forces.
It is spellwork worth withholding
if all the elements aren't in sync.
It is better to stay untransformed,
to remain an empty vessel,
to dissolve the once-sacred stone,
than to manifest poisonous pain.
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