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Alchemy and Analogy: Silver into Gold

A Prelude to the essay Silver into Gold

By Insinq DatumPublished 4 years ago 3 min read
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Re-entry onto covered ground

As we touch down without a sound

We’re back again right at the start

The furnace burns inside my heart

x

And in hers too — or so I thought

Now come to learn, fake gold I bought

This silver tongue that speaks to snakes

Poisons the well despite the stakes

x

“Let’s live in hell, it’s not so bad,

Your soul’s your own to burn down here

And righteousness is but a fad

What sacred fruit do you hold dear?

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You know, if you but gave the word

I’d find for you this special sweet

It sets you free, is what I’ve heard

It puts you in the driver’s seat

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Don’t shy away, for I’m your friend

Don’t let him say that we can’t talk

We’re side by side right to the end

Entwined upon this path we walk

x

No matter where your feet may stray

Your shadow’s always got your back

Always just out of sight I stay

For subtlety I have a knack

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Just stand by me, I’ll stand by you

And to yourself, you’ll remain true

I only want what’s best for us

That’s why just I should drive the bus”

x

This sickly sweet yet subtle song

Enchanted me for far too long

She quickly beat upon my chest

Like drums that boomed, thus we were blessed

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But only for a day or two

Our limelight soon starts fading fast

The gold takes on a silver hue

Why can’t this magic moment last

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The honeymoon, it can’t not end

The couple must, their garden, tend

So back we go, we must depart

This furnace yearns inside my heart

xx

Now day to day, we’re half asleep

A plodding path we walk, like sheep

Lovers who barely talk and keep

Their distance from the tears they weep

x

This loveless stare in which they’re caught

Is far from what they’ve always sought

They claim to care just as they ought

But witness what their choices wrought

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I’m here, I speak, you hear no sound

A moonless night, a shipless port

My voice is weak, are you around?

A tuneless rite, a gripless sort

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A hopeless plight, desolate ground

A girl with hands over her ears

I guess in silence she had found

A partner worthy of her fears

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The willful blindness of her peers

Seemed unearned kindness for a time

But it’s been mindless all these years

To seem indifferent to the crime

x

Of leading on and kicking off

Whenever one can’t get their way

Of training all one’s friends to scoff

When from one’s story, others stray

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I tried to move us t’wards the light

She didn’t want to flee or fight

What was a groove became a rut

The door on us, she surely shut

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All her excuses seem so trite

She hems and haws ‘tween wrong and right

She shan’t seduce my soul once more

The web is spun, who’s keeping score?

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Her soul is led along by fright

One movement and she will take flight

So language is my magic spell

Now listen as I ring the bell

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The verdict’s read, as is my write

The night is black yet I am bright

We can’t go back, we played our part

The phoenix burns inside my heart

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I hope you enjoyed this poem :) This was a prelude to an essay that I wrote for the Medium Writer’s Challenge called Silver into Gold. If you found the content of this poem resonant or intriguing, then I encourage you to check out the full essay here. Have a great day!

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About the Creator

Insinq Datum

I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.

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