Love the fan turns spark to fire
Love the focus creates form from desire
Love the finescreen turns firehose to mist
Love the filter sees Pharisee as Christ
Love the factory where miracles are fashioned.
Love the furnace freezing hearts have sought.
Love the fruit tree with gifts for all laden.
Love the filings on the greatest magnet caught.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem