the world
continues to exist - the quintessence
of alchemists, slightly tarnished - in spite
of the unceasing ridicule
upon your face
look closely
at the tips of your fingers:
their qualities
should not be taken
too seriously
the left hand
begins to swing
back and forth, and sparks flew
the right, connected
by some invisible link,
exerts a powerful attraction,
describing a larger and larger circle
the flame, licking the air,
gave back vague impressions:
a very dark image, the prickle
at the base of your neck
when the wind dies
under the light of the moon
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
the world
continues to exist - the quintessence
of alchemists, slightly tarnished - in spite
of the unceasing ridicule
upon your face
look closely
at the tips of your fingers:
their qualities
should not be taken
too seriously
the left hand
begins to swing
back and forth, and sparks flew
the right, connected
by some invisible link,
exerts a powerful attraction,
describing a larger and larger circle
the flame, licking the air,
gave back vague impressions:
a very dark image, the prickle
at the base of your neck
when the wind dies
under the light of the moon
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