Alembic
The face of the tabula rasa
Emptiness awaiting the wind
Like a mad priestess of Pythia
Inhaling infinities within
Exhaling soap-bubble streams
Running on the last synapse
Juggling fragile dreams
Until all save one collapse
I made my way to this domain
Dancing in the serpent’s lair
Dissolving the shallow and vain
Washing myself right out of my hair
When the right hand knows
What the left hand feels
When opposites match
Epiphanies flash
And sparks catch
Illuminating the wick
Just you mind the magic
Watch the other hand
That’s where you’ll find the trick
At the crossroads the curtain rippled
Centuries swept away
And then our numbers tripled
When the djinn came out to play
Eternity etched in hourglass sands
Symbols distilled through the ages
Keep whatever you catch in your hands
And transmute it upon these pages
Did you anticipate this instant’s arrival
Grasping at tattered coat-tails?
Can you taste the rag-tag sense of style
Can you hear the breeze rustling these sails?
When the right hand knows
What the left hand feels
When opposites match
Epiphanies flash
And sparks catch
Illuminating the wick
Just you mind the magic
Watch the other hand
That’s where you’ll find the trick
Alchemy is all about purity
Dialing down the ego noise
Rising higher with every degree
That the fire-walk destroys
Sitting in the crucible
We’re cranking up the gas
Down to bare essentials
Extracting music from the mass
We’ve caught a drop of magic
Raining from phantom clouds
Distilled in the alembic
Until it sings the spell out loud
When the right hand knows
What the left hand feels
When opposites match
Epiphanies flash
And sparks catch
Illuminating the wick
Just you mind the magic
Watch the other hand
That’s where you’ll find the trick
No Mind Left Unblown
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