Friday, June 18, 2004


this morning's delight
is the alchemists' grail:
with a simple press,
I transmute dripping hemispheres to liquid gold.

pity the ancients their fevered labors,
their greedy thirst for knowledge and wealth!
with a swallow, I quench firey desire
in a draft born of the Sun's primal alchemy.

threefold alchemy:
sun's magic,
juicer's work,
my delight.


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