Alchemy Begins in the Rain
I stand in the rain
(alchemy begins)
curving like a river
(sparkling like radioactive particles)
loosening dried flecks of ink.
Swallow and
(flow through the manuscript factory)
curvilinear like a small and large intestine
sweeping & twisting
on television.
Experts prove it never happened
dance the paper airplane dance
launch-jab pantomime
surround a plaster statue
launch-jab pantomime.
Julius Caesar
spies a peacock bobbing his moon-of-Jupiter head
spitting ‘Vox clamantis in deserto –
the conspiracy unfolds.’
A small and large intestine swallows the light of the sun
I dance myself into a golden egg.
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