Monday, February 23, 2009

Alchemy (Moby - Porcelain)

Soaring like an eagle

There is nothing that could compare to this

Perspective so clear

Across the bridge of an in between tongue

Helpless before her and her unexpected whims

He falls and rises on the wildest convection streams

Such exquisite torture to be under her spell

Turning base metal into gold

She is the alchemist

Able at a glance

To reduce him

To Shimmering dust

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