metallurgist
after the first day
after the first day
i
learned
to
work in truths as others
work
in metal;
under
great
duress,
purity won
by
heat seething in
reprieve
repeat
even
shod
in denial to
tear
the living (soil) from
the
earth with each
step
toward you my feet
ache
so
stones
in
the
path cut
i,
just,
have
nothing
left
to give,
returned,
taking
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