TRANSUBSTANTIATION

when the doubts of life
mutate into hopes of one,
“The Stranger”‘s harrowings,
Incubate little bliss chicks,

And the boredom of usuality,
Same-shams of relationships,
Are swept by renderings,
of sensations that flow,

And the shackles of heart,
Reshuffle into crown,
And the cautionary tale, transsubstantiates into poetry