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7.  Alchemy

Because I do not think this world will bend
or bow to prove a saint, or make a man
the more or less, or take his side, or mend
his days, because the huge and clumsy hand
of god come down can bless us only all
or none, because lead is forever lead,
and never gold, however strong our will,
because the word that made the world’s been said,
let us now boldly rise and claim the crown
that’s issued only when our light dies down.
We’ll have our peace and knowing death is near,
we’ll make our plans and let death hear.
Blesséd are those who know and do not mourn
our bones are bleached before the day we’re born.
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