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Full circle of the fire The forger’s wheel, An aureole cast of rivers, of nets and hammer wielding parapets, Base phosphorus, copper and tin into gold, the alchemy of the flame and surrounding, stoke and Hold up each creation, All hopes made there, Our thoughts hammered deep into little dimples of sweet peace and prayer, To contain the world in a handful of metal that rings true, a life, A new sound born into forever. © 2016 – M. R. Baird
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