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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