POETRY
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a spark borne of
a beating heart
glows to ember
leaps to flame
ignites the furnace
in the brain
that strange desire
like bellows' breath
summons heat and
feeds the blaze
the kindling conjures
and obeys
black metals cast
into the fire
those molten words
drawn and bent
manipulated
to intent
between anvil
and hammer strike
some truth is forged
passion wrought
to fuse the language
and the thought
fever quenched and
tempered cool to
polish, grind 'til
finely honed
a pristine vision
soon intoned