Milk & Honey

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There are many old legends
but none quite as appealing
as a substance of transmutation
that instills within a rich feeling.

Dreams built on piles of gold,
have such a heavy foundation
the search's blind momentum
ends up forgotten in the stagnation.

The secret was kept hidden for long
and the misdirection was etched deep
but it is present in nearly everything
so the veil of illusions did not keep.

The Philospher's Stone is a lie
No substance creates gold anew
It's made from gold's monatomic state
achievable by the learned few

You can cook it into bread,
Drink water in which it's mixed
It'll super-charge your soul
Your energy's tune is fixed.

A pile of gold atoms
feels like a silky sand
the land of milk and honey
can be held in one's hand.