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Alchemy
All the hands
Moons reaching out to grasp fingerfulls of nothing
Not even a handful of time's fair heartbeat
Silence after the Word
The empty drawing back futility breaks the dove spines
Anchors them to the Shrieking Rocks
Fingerfull of lost equator spilling pentameter the rhyme binds
Nothing nothing no thing nothing nothing
All the hands
Moons flinging out to scatter fingerfulls of nothing
Volumes of Empty meaningless blank phrases complete
Silence after the Word
Upon awakening shouts cruelly echo from the slums cries
Drowing like hawks no silence yet breaking
Fingerholds of shudder and in the darkness some
Light beacons
Something Sunlight
Held firmly
