Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
then crouch within the door.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore
Has sated flames conditions,
its quivering substance plays
Without a color but the light
of unanointed blaze.
Least village boasts its blacksmith,
whose anvil's evin din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
that soundless tugs within,
Refining these impatient ores...
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me... 1983. in the CB's shirt!!! hah! see my bitchin celica?
hah!