Working Alchemy on the Soul
by Zachary A. Horn
Mundane miracles
shine forth
beacons of hope
in a sea of despair.
Illuminating
with synchronicity
divine purpose amidst
indifferent causality.
Possessed with
the sublime madness
of the mystic
I converse with god.
Disguised
as Earth
born
strangers.
In conversation
with the universe
we vibrate sounds
for unseen purpose.
Chanting didactic
incantations
in a conversational
tone.
We transform lead
back into gold
working alchemy
on the soul.
Sacred rites
performed
in public
spaces.
Consecrating
conversations with god
speaking through
strangers.
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