Broken Glass

Intimate relations in alchemical review.
Steaming hot, the potion came unglued.
The scent, the sight, the sound, the taste.
Unheard, the angels' song was wasted there.

In light so bright it mesmerized the mind.
Through one flowing, glowing moment out of time.
As two became one and the difference
was split into blisters of particled pain.

Walking hand in hand inside the rain.
Washing out that very mortal stain.
Increased by round reductions
in the zeal they combined.

There was no path, no earth, no ground.
Yet entities were all around.
Attracted by the greatest of vibrations.
Joining in the solemn incantations.

Circling, the spiral rose.
Enrapturing from head to toe.
Within a porous, misty land of myth.
Centered in the healing, the rift.

Transformation in a storm.
Migration from the reasoned norms.
Attacked by blind attachments
to a mind too full of chasms.

Understanding lost.
A guilt proclaimed.
When love itself was
lost within the gain.

In tomes of moral ambiguity.
Alone induced by multiplicity.
Falling fast within a gasp.
Imprisoned in the never-meant-to-be.

Intimate relations in alchemical review.
Steaming hot, the potion came unglued.
The scent, the sight, the sound, the taste.
Unheard, the angels' song was wasted there.

Then came the doubt.
The fire burned out.
The fragile vas was shattered.
Amid the broken glass, he drained away...

? Michaelette ?

8/23/2005
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