The Alchemy of Wisdom

Roy Gillett
Nov 6 · 2 min read
Photo by Mattia Faloretti on Unsplash

Solitude is my sanctuary. In that space, everything rises to the surface, angels and demons and hybrid spirits caught in between worlds. They all rise then cool, forming clouds in my soul’s sky. Some of these clouds are dark and bleed rain from their eyes. Others are tearless, for life has made them numb. And then there are those who weep inside, who thunder and lightning their internal rage, quiet magma boiling in their volcanic bodies.

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Roy Gillett

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Poetry of the mystics

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