Wooden Alchemy

Wooden Alchemy

I wonder how many can say

I have lost and found myself again

How many have left their last

Wondering without identity or face

Until one day seemingly stumbling

Into its new place

Replacing one mask for another

Maybe isn’t as false as it seems

For what lies bellow is as hard to explain

As a dream on awakening

Becoming a mirage

A façade, a fallacy

Yet can still drastically affect the destiny

I died, or rather was murdered, consumed

By a cannibal

Much viler than venom

Yet as seductive as a siren

As darkness is often more alluring than light

For what cannot be seen and known

Is more greatly desired

In that deep wood upon the crucible

I lay down my carcass

Igniting a fire

That it may become ash

I watch as all I know myself to be bubbles and melts between the cracks

Alas left behind was three stones that could not be turned to gas.