Alchemic Voices

Language of mind

respects that of syllable and consonant

while revering the rainbow shades of peace,

and the honeysuckle scent of love,

as defense against fearsome clashes of hate.

For just as abstract rivers of prescient wisdom

meander through warn trails of life’s experiences,

so too the untethered rival of naivety

rides atop steeds of solipsism’s defense,

pulling twisted illusory manes of snarled mistakes,

while molten hooves scorch roads to knowledge.

Around the bend…

Clash of hypocrisy’s gold of ascension

falls toward the abyss of humanity’s

steaming cauldron of options,

where darkness knows light

resides outside the prison of ignorance

and compliance caters to

the deaf-prone-blind.

The alchemy of time

waits patiently within one’s chakras,

as seductive derision

burns hot beneath the outer darkness,

unseen,

untouched,

unheard,

until it is often too late.