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Thursday, 10 May 2012

Alchemy

be careful not to turn the gold into lead
he said
by some strange alchemy
he said
gilded lilies
are no finer
for their veneer of explanation
he said.
“Are they real or plastic?”
she would say;
as if plastic wasn’t real
or reality wasn’t plastic
he said
quietly
in the darkness
before the dawn
he said
be careful not to turn the gold into lead
she whispered