Alchemy
In monolithic modernity
we suffer post imperial malice
having drunk from the chalice
of perpetual prevarication
and become lost in a sea of mediocrity
adrift in aimless sensibility
searching for a cure
now in our alchemy
In the light of darkness where
shade and shadow become transposed
Tears of glass, fall like serpent rain
from a shattered sky
Dissolving particles of a crest fallen star
In a crucible of crystal canyons
Bubbling, fizzing, neon circuitry
transmuting our baseness into gold
Sins no longer hidden behind
passionless clouds emerge to watch
the playing of karmic snakes and ladders
ivory tumbling to find you out.
Gathered now in the halls of the ring giver
We wait for tokens of broken fortune
to accompany us to journeys end
Ultima Thule, Where we can reflect
on our fabulous disaster
Then dream some more and perhaps,
map the metaphysical in the parliament of the sun.
Paul Williams 2005