intangible potion
a poem
Published in
Jun 1, 2021
once, in a cloistered chamber
a woman told you a story-
life is ephemeral. we return
as spirits to our origin
our souls stamped like passports
the body is simply a vehicle
you handed her money
for the intangible potion
the comfort of immortality
when you stepped into the sun
your smile was lined with misgivings
eyes gazed vertically from
the shallow waters of your well
dredging up the unkind history
under your taut skin
is knowledge before its time
you hope that forever comes
with the solace of forgetting.
