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You And I In The Furnace
Just as the fire rages in the furnace
when the wind rushes through the stoker
you are blowing your breath all over
the coals of my anxieties
and the embers of my disorders are alight.
As the hammer
dipping into water, heating up in flames
beats molten iron
you beat my mind and emotions
the reach of my sorrow expands.
At times I feel: how marvelous is your handiwork
What sort of skill is this? Amazing—
What are you trying to make?
You are so lost in your effort
I am afraid to ask about your creation
lest I ...