Azoth

1.

Black ray of calcination
splits in two.
Dire crow of thought
squeezed through
the fontanel.
Mud sprouts
from your eyes.

2.

Kissing the ear
of the ground.
The flame begs
the sun.  The shadow
casts the man.
Rise up full
of hot air.

3.

One then two,
laughing at
the crow in the ground.
Bright coals
for eyes all I see
does not please
go.

4.

Wingéd crown,
stand tall.  Wasted
stand down, gaze up
at angels
or aliens.  Strike
the balance,
hold tight to borrowed robes.

5.

Begins
as juice, then rots
into essence.
Out of
this darkness, a filmy
residue, a
firmness of resolve.

6.

An alembic boiled from a father's
blood.  A tail
chased, then fed to the
flame.  Sublimate our planet
gradually.  Point
forward, await the next
phase.

7.

Golden
sunbeam, cold
as a stone.  Clockwise
we might
plant seeds we'll never live
to see through to harvest. Now we've a second
body.  A higher light.