Alchemy Poem by Jay Alexander

Alchemy

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these glass vessels that you see,
no longer appertain to me,
no longer feigning to make part
what was the mainstay of my art,

my skills no more appreciated;
as if I were some rusticated
old fool, living like a recluse,
who's mind has become ' loose '.

people do not comprehend
the powers which I can bend,
conferred to Man by nature,
developed patiently through nurture.

earth, fire, wind and water,
are the elements where I wander,
they're the mirror of the soul,
through which Man's made whole;

mortar, pestle, alembics my tools,
books of ancient wisdom my rules,
herbs, spices, base and precious metals,
potions, magic formulas and crystals;

not mere science with which I deal,
but the science of Man; one must feel!
now alas, that's not fashionable,
everything has to be ' rational '.

yes, M.Lavoisier your visit is auspicious,
take what you will, alembics, tools,
glass, books, formulas, take the lot,
for what happens now I care, not a jot.

Monday, May 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alchemy
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