Alchemy of Souls

Go to a room full of haze,
blue, red, whatever purple
flashes at the intersection
is where spirits still have

to be a good idea. Or a bad
seed. And then the next few
days don’t know what you are,
but it will be a little while

until that matters—when
the orb you took takes you,
shapes you into something
angry or shiny. People don’t

change when you want them to
Sun hands, moon arms, leave
the bending to the trees or
her own spine falls out of gravity.

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