Verse 55
Sol entered clothed in gold, declaring himself the source. Luna entered clothed in silver, declaring nothing.
Sol entered clothed in gold, declaring himself the source. Luna entered clothed in silver, declaring nothing.
The furnace asked which was greater. Both melted.
Gold remembered the noon. Silver remembered the night. The vessel remembered neither.
They were king and queen only while separated.
Joined, they became a question no metal could answer alone.
The alchemist searched the ash for a crown and found a mirror.
In it the Sun saw his dependence on reflection; the Moon saw her dependence on light.
Each called this humiliation. The Stone called it marriage.
Heat rose, vapor descended, and the opposites traded names until language became useless.
At dawn the vessel opened.
No immortal emerged.
Only the alchemist, no longer divided enough to need one.