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Melting into molten gold,
disappear in jars of steam
(escape rests in a snake).

Shake apart to build again,
death's but a detour to this adventure.
(You'll never find home again, but you'll be somewhere.)

Melt into molten gold,
but escape in clouds of smoke-
a tint of orange upon the palate.

Sleep when you're at rest,
six feet from your next breath.
Skeletons learn to dance above the clouds,
and souls dissolve into molten gold.