Alchemist.
Spinning.
Folding.
Shifting
here to
there.
Stars
to spin.
Space
to fold.
Time
to shift.
Dimension
by
dimension.
Reality
to reality.
Roiling,
boiling.
Alchemist
stew.
Never
ending.
Recipes
infinite.
Origin’s
book.
Infinite
pages,
Alchemist’s
toiling,
creating.
Always was.
Always
will be.
Simply
the way
it is.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
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