Unhinged Alchemy

Ay Rosalba, how stubborn you are!
You’d be singing angelic choirs
had you submerged your gall
until your wounds closed up
and your Saturnian plot
met the soul urge
under the eyes of dawn.
God-damned it, Rosalba!
You’ve hung yourself up.
No hand will save you
save your own.
Stars now conspire
to make you strong.
You asked for it.
Now, dive into the tarry streams
and show me the glory
of an immortal unleashed.

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