I find myself here again
Not believer nor unbeliever, but reader, writer, rapt, entwined
alchemist who takes to the Raven’s margins of these pages
to step away from the glare
and find in that elsewhere othertime the light of the White Swan
in which we look in from afar and suddenly know
how we might create, rewilding our imagination
standing before the emptiness and whispering ‘let there be’
and facing the death from which a new world is born
I’ve spent a long time with the symbolism of alchemy as a way of translating my experience. Writing is something that happens through me; the question of my agency in the experience is always elusive. But it requires a great cost. This is an attempt to express that movement.
