My Alchemist

Sun,
Like an Alchemist,  
Shines upon my darker self,
Reflecting upon my bareness to me
Ever purging my dross from desire.

Plucking,
Often gently, sometimes rather crassly 
My blotched wings
Then, always
Caressing them with affectionate strokes.

Healing,
Often promptly,seldom delaying 
My appalling wounds 
Thus
Embalming them with soothing embrace

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