As I walk through carrying the child, the mercurial waters cling to me...
when I am dry I am so gray, the child had gotten heavier and heavier...
oh Sol you make my CROSSing shine like the finest silver...
Make all my Images disappear for they say so much...
our solar sulphur is as it has been...
Make your Athenors, out of that which is unseen everywhere...
As sweetness is to the grape, so it is to our copper...
our mercury needs it's proper energy to make our elixir due it's great work...
to mix it , is to make it, is to understand it, is to know it, is to see it...
the time for me to go is close, have you been keeping watch...
the adept may be permitted to know...
perhaps you have been adept?
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