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Smithies of My Mind

The fires of my soul
are burning hot.
I have stirred them up
for a long time, for ages.

In them I want to forge
words of truth,
make them pure as light
and engrave them with silver,
adorn them with the beauty of rare gems.

In the smithies of my mind
I shall create,
I shall bring forth
ancient forces of emotion,
make them shine in starlight;
no, in complete darkness even
to make shudder the hearts
of mankind.



First published here.
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