Pro-alchemy

Marvel we do, and we think

Created saviour, from minds of men

Assistance of its supposed kind

How we are enslaved by burnished glory

What of none importance believed?

It shows no matter, of things unfelt

A journey of desire, exponential

Alacrity concealed, do we resist

Soon it will and all this faith

Ruin of grief, and none to begin

A titan quest, yet of no clue

Forgotten flags and words of old

Solid, no, fluid; the rigid laws

Of countable things, society’s base

Absences palpable, of a true meaning

A drift, for none to comprehend

Hunger ever growing, rising

Dependence on this familiar entity

And yet, cold in finest hour

Like fire raged, in absolute power.