Flashing, fiery, flaming furnace, seething,
seeking its redress in vengeance! Loudly
breaking; tearing, as an infant’s teething;
bloody oven, belching darkness proudly!
O my heart, in isolation, crying;
barely beating! Pleading; hating! Burning
brush is longer-lasting than this dying
piece of clay, with all its futile churning.
O Master Welder, cooling water; Life
and Love come in (and beaten down) for me!
Pray, make this spewing, blackened kiln of strife
a peaceful pasture ever more to be.
With simple faith and your refreshing plage,
the stubble’s cleansed, and opened is my cage.


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