Alchemy

From murk and mired roots that once were drowned,

Buds began to burst through muddied water.

From darkest night, souls wand’ring, North Star found,

Soft hands led this pig away from slaughter.

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You cupped my feet as if they were treasure,

Buried beneath sand, running out of time.

We counted moments, forgot to measure,

Remembering that we are both divine.

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Our tongues began to wag and weave the tales,

Of warp and weft, of joyous and bereft,

We ate our tails with each inhale, exhale,

Transmuting poles like an alchemist, deft.

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As if turning base metals into gold,

We sought in darkness what could not be sold.