for as it pours forth from the 'urn' of 'life'........
so doth the gold transmute itself into a microcosm of 'bejeweled veracity'......
liquid, golden elixir to warm the throat as it heals the wounds.......
wounds acquired from battle.........from years of battle......
lesions really.......
blue and black lesions upon the throat canal........
the golden liquid will soothe and eradicate and assuage the pain, whilst the gold will
turn to BLOCKS AND BARS.......
ready to 'cash in' at the window of 'fortune'....
and so on.......
NEVER DOUBT THE GOLD....
for it can BUY a golden ticket to FREEDOM!!!
as it happens.......
pontificate, mates!!
go ahead and pontificate as to the numeric 'measure' of things unalterable!!
in the final analysis.......
all will be CLEAR and RESONANT and BOUNTIFUL......
as the alchemical transmutation doth occur.....
That was a great first line with the alliteration..."for" "forth" "from" and the word urn coupled with the use of the archaic "th" endings made me think of John Keats "Ode to a Grecian Urn" and kept me reading. Good job!
ReplyDeletethanks mike!!
ReplyDeletekeep reading, friend!!