Thursday, August 1, 2013

The Tempering

Blood Tempering
I chased the old books
and the new, declarative
of my lore, more proud
than wise but claiming
wisdom as my due because
I work so fucking
hard, don't you know.

God, I keep chasing after
You and I am clubbed
upside my bruised brain
again, again. I am pig
iron until You
temper me in fire
and ice. I fall thus impure
and come out bright steel.

August 11, 2010 3:00 PM
Tempering Colors In Steel

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