Alchemy In dreams I claim forbidden things, things daylight can’t allow, things made riotous with capture that can never be let loose upon the waking world: Your earthly body: with an unintended touch a wish becomes required, base metal turned to gold. Your mouth is my elixir – sweet collision, storm, a gasp of breath. But when I look, distill the darkness:
its essence, dream debris.
In daylight I could justify this chemistry, find a hundred ways to sin, create a hundred plans and learn to lie. Set the blaze and after wash it all away with wine: I can’t regret what I don’t remember. This is why
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I always have to burn.