Bad Alchemy کے بول

I dream Hermaphrodite and I sit up all night Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl Heads in hands we ponder dregs the bowl contains A liquid's left putrescence after being drained What we feel we have to solve Is why the dregs have not dissolved When I wake I wonder what it means Am I bad alchemy? It seems I image self unmixed, a risk, In a dish for drinking Fluid with a strongly stinking sediment Is that what it meant? I dream Hermaphrodite and I sit up all night Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl Am I hermaphrodite? Neither one nor quite the other? What we feel we have to solve Is why the dregs have not dissolved