Stoned

Stoned 

     Stuck in the cave, philosophers' 

only freedom came from mushrooms' 

magic—, making shadows on the wall 

     into glamours, illusions hiding

     from apprentices, like myriad 

automatic brooms & Hermès scarves. 

Think the philosophers stone came 

from that cave—, reddish like clay 

     as God breathéd in to it to 

     make Adam—, but terracotta 

can't change to gold or grant eternity: 

     For every alchemist belongs 

     to dawn then dusk, inside 

the temporal & outside heaven.