(3rd week May 2020)
When the Smith
Inset in the hilt of human pride
A gem of false security
born of the comfort
from repetitive patterns
is a dull and dark feature
of a fading generation
Sheath this decorative sword
with its traditional ornamentation
and stoke the flames
of the forge once more
Pour a molten and malleable hope
that the days to come
can cut away
the old chains
and old ways
Let the new mold be;
though unrefined
an instrument
to produce a better shape
and a sharper blade
when the smith
has seen it done
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The Quantum Journal
PoetryThis is the heart of mystery The unknown that we create intentionally and unconsciously It drives us to search it out To conquer every obstacle between us and it's evasive tactics The Quantum Journal: Volume One Introduction Lest we forget the...
