Poem: Equivalent exchange
The sketched circle
drawn at the intersection of science
and mysticism;
an alter set for cruelest nature
and laid with blasphemous intent.
The human condition, its hidden riddles,
broken into each chemical constituent.
The most complex equation made simple –
the universe is laughing.
Palms charged on the circle’s surface,
a lay on of hands, disfigured evocation,
pulling a thread in time
undone in flesh and the spirit is tethered.
Blood flourish on stone,
marking mother’s ruin,
plans undone, a sibling re-written.
Sacrifice in skin, a limb given
to the great unknown
and binding the boy’s broken soul
to the armour that will be his body.
Awesome! This is Equivalent Exchange lol.
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Thank you ☺️🤗
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You’re welcome! 😉😁
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Oh my! What a wonderful poem for that epic scene of FMA! Its deep meaning is much explored by this poem, thanks.
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