Spiritual Alchemist

My buddy Malcolm


My buddy Malcolm is a spiritual alchemist
he changes thoughts into gold with the letters of the alphabet
you might call him conceited, but he knows that he's talented
it makes sense, what comes easy, should be challenging
but it's not, and to him, it just flows like a palindrome
either way you speak it, you know that it's fabulous
exposing the nebulous, to all the incredulous
sit back it's infectious, his mind is a nexus
a meeting point for all knowledge and experience,
arcane wisdom and reverent delirium
mystical theories of the sphere's, where reality gets distorted
like in fun-hours mirrors

If only for a second, his mind often glimpses
strange things surpassing, all five of his senses
it's hard to feel present, when time is so evidently
functional, and everyone he knows is so obviously
delusional.

Malcolm makes, a lot of mistakes, in common,
everyday situations. It's hard to know what he's here for,
when he's processing so much information.