Dear Magestic Panacea,
White Stone of the River
has embedded itself
within my quicksilver cardio plexus
plutonium solar sunrise
the Ansata cross
has branded my sternum
a stigmata of immortality
Sancti Spiritus,
bathe my body
in aqua vitae
the stone that burns with mercury,
chloride and arsenic
transmutates
cinnabar
male to female
life to death
art to alloy
perfume to dye
embalming of the dead
lead
to
gold
the base of self
is Buddha
a handmaiden to chemistry
dreams and fantasy
as Jung discovered
symbols replaced text
to collect
streams of (un)conciousness
the metal of Heaven
birthed five birds
to scribe
scriptures of life
do or die
die to live
cry the beak to bone
condone
rebirth
from wing to light
the ravens plight
the blackening begins
innerspace to spin
the swan
to sweet etheric flight
sailing sailing
the surface of the soul
just to be surprised
a peacocks cry
colors swirled
fanned to shift
opening self
to experience
the pelicans stab
own beak to chest
bloodlet to feed
embryonic creed
to ignite
a phoenix rise
spir-it alive
flawless and free
spanning heavens highest trees
simultaneous birth and death
rising rising from ashes
to rest
and renew the dead
lead
to
gold
© Susan Marie
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