Alexandrite Lumière

The width of a circle

Not really

Detached disenchantment

Ton visage

And the frozen river flows

Pale heart and burning flame

In the middle of the night

All light are Lucipurr*

Is it purple is it blue

Is it nothing at all

Tonight we sing in alexandrine

Stealing alexandrite in Alexandria

Under the starlight

All the souls are soulstorms

How do you not know

In here lays languidly

A pair of spliced hearts

We didn’t care to comprehend

07.2020.

By Aran Meredith

“Alexandrite with Fire Agate”, photo by Jessa and Mark Anderson.

*The term “Lucipurr“ seems to be originally first coined by Black Craft Cult.