When the shadows look to you like sheets
of tin and the light like sodium flame,
you’ll know even God is an alchemist.

One day, we’ll discover a planet
where the rain is made of glass,
and we’ll remember that everything

shares constituent parts, materia prima.
I have the makings of glass, of earth,
in the fist of my heart. I have a soul

of gold, and gold a core of blood.
Making art is the making of galaxies,
the astronomy below. But transmutation

is a cathedral where the spirit learns
its true nature, the hand of God
the philosopher’s stone making us glow

bright and fervid as stars because we are
stars, and all we need is a catalyst
to reveal our common, our hidden, glory.

Brianna Noll
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