The wind that wafts like a draft through
early man’s cave and alchemist’s lab
brings a chill, despite a warming flame,
smoke darkening the ceiling
as it has through the ages.
This winter of long years will not be
driven away by primitive chants over
burning embers, nor with incantations
over beakers and gas flames.
The arctic grip of this new ice age will bend
only to time and changes beyond our control,
with our fate dependent on both.
Image source (a layering of two images):
pbworks.com & Wikipedia (The Explosion in the Alchemist’s Laboratory, Justus van Bentum)
rivrvlogr 
This gives a chill. (K)
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There is much here to ponder.
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I say we gather a team of alchemists, throw some ground mastodon bones and gold-plated spear tips into a flask of Guinness and market it as bio-fuel.
btw… I just visited my Admin page and found this, with two other comments from you, in my Spam folder.
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Good idea about the alchemy. 🙂
I promise I’m not sending you Spam. A few times, I’ve had comments disappear into the spam folder, too.
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