The Alchemist

I burned my life, that I might findA passion wholly of the mind,

Thought divorced from eye and bone,

Ecstasy come to breath alone.

I broke my life, to seek

From the flawed light of love and grief.  With mounting beat the utter

Charred existence and desire.

It died low, ceased its sudden thresh.

I had found unmysterious flesh —Not the mind's avid substance —

Passionate beyond the will.