alchemy

In crucible connected,
mercurial the mould,
as heart in leaden treasure,
and mind is sure dissolved.
Retort of love hermetic,
in secret, simmered draught,
as fires of pain hold constant;
the alchemist’s pure task.
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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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