Alchemist, you made a treasure
out of this four-chambered vessel
of blood-
a faith from the crushed rocks
of fantasies
that weathered as they dashed against
silence.
You pulled it out of the mine,
it became yours.
It is your gold,
your alchemy.
Hang it as a medal around yourself
and let me people know
that triumph is yours.
That you have won
me.



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