Fortunetelling

It was easy to walk away
Pink in hue was the clay-
"Turns matter into gold!" They exclaim.

Dimensions all at once, I stay
Will drop our needs from a different plane
Alchemy another way

Through the portals- matter arise
I look in the mirror and surmise
How much we see without our eyes!

There will be a big surprise
To the blind that do not seek to rise
But choose to rot in wealth with flies