an umbral alchemist by the time the sun betrays the day,
pound away at the arcane elements,
forging bits into nibbles,
nibbles into arrays,
busy delivering broken bytes bound by the unforgiving babel of sinister syntax,
I become the pragmatic pagan who embraces the idolatry of objects whole heartedly,
simply because I need them all to be,
yet as variable as their parameters ought to be,
Betrayal would prove a price too painful.
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Alchemist by Christopher Franko