Alchemy

Alchemy, a frozen stamp on ruddy cloth.

They forgot to seal the in-breath of the wind.

Now here it comes, harsh-blowing to the fore.

Call out!

First rule of sunken minds - do not feel the deepening arrow,

It will find you at the core with eerie grace.

Heed your rules and expectations, cling to the solace of your seasons.

Watch out!

Autumn-falling empty echoes,

Winter-sparkling frosted thoughts,

Spring-heady aromatics of the dullard sense,

Bring Summer-cleaving days of designed conclusions.

Which you do not outrun.

But clever child, you made it seem it was your first intention.

Now your proud archer companions string the bow,

And bury dreadfully the point of your wishfulness.