search for the philosophers stone
when gold has lost its allure. i search for the last few healthy years of an already full to overflowing life. have a few more poems left or at least i think i might. the cures have no value to me either now. just to walk out into the snow for one last time. barefoot and alone. letting go is all there is left to do.
if you find this poem just paint the internet with it in my name
Michael Rehling 