16/17 Degrees of Fire: The Alchemist

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 16/17 Degrees of Fire: the Alchemist

When did I become a mad achemist?

I have never been to a physics class,

But I know the formula of celestial bodies

In motion. 

The weight x gravity x space = perfection

I am sure I am not the only self-made physicist

 Who Twists and manipulates the experiment

Scientific method is child’s play when

I go to the lab and try to re-create

The condition of a time/space event

The enigmatic opposites collide

 

All of the sudden weight is the

Holy ground upon which I live,

Drink, believe, eat. 

obsessed with the scale, and I try to calculate

Each length, gram of flesh/spirit that

Takes up space. 

Except my specimen is

A gypsy out far away. 

I am mad with waiting…

My lab is a sad excuse for Life and mystery

But I will spend each tiny second scouring

The mathematical equations that consist of his weight. 

Do the numbers and formulas really match the true weight of a person?

Was it just the weight above me, the movement that ignited something lost.

Certain vibrations entering another vibration, a frequency shifted

Tainted by the opposite

Was there a chemical reaction?

Ah yes an explosion of time-past, present and future

Mutually arising

Einstein would have been proud

Relativity discovered for the millionth time

What elements were involved?

Water, iron, Earth, hydrogen, a plethora

Of substances that seep into our seemingly

Physical barrier, yet I feel the sand, water, night

Stars all on my skin, for I drank them in.

An aftermath of reaction

The taste of his energy is on my tongue.

Where did I write down the numbers?

The calculations of sparks, of fire.  How can I write when I am burning? 

 All chemists shiver with cold even

Though they surround themselves with fire. 

my arrogance is dangerous

I think I can do physics, chemistry and biology. 

Biology is secret side obsession.

Blood flows, fluids and the essence of each specimen

Calls me ever deeper into my madness .  I am an

Old alchemist, mad trying to light my own blood on fire,

I know it was on fire not long ago. 

The formula of his soul 
weight x space x depth is

Written on my lips. 

Wildly , I use myself in

The experiment

Exploding after a certain combination of movement,

Why does weight show up in every

Science?  

There is not enough mathematical

Calculations to measure the

Fire, the weight, the gravity,

The god, the love, the light,

The ash,

mystery is a mad scientist

too….

Weight x space, 
the molecules

That travel between us are

Different than the molecules

That vibrate inside

Time x space x illusion x subatomic particles = wickedness

Has any scientist ever tried to dissect time and annihilate it forever? 

Where is a warrior when you need one? 

An army of them do not understand that it is just another man made illusion.  Sometimes

Scientists are like animals running in their own circular cage. 

My lab is a grotto

Where time stops

Weight and gravity

Are my consorts,

And one body is god

I am the space, in which the god

Is known

I

Receive all the hunting,

all the weight,

the force

the emotion released

Because I am made for it

My DNA was constructed by

Some divine physicist, some grand

Experiment of opposites

I am a physicist seeking the weight of god

Weight x gravity x bodies x movement x illusion x perfect imperfection = love/life/fire

Kori 12/5/12