Network of Fire-falls

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Driving and dripping, rushing flame,

Crucibles spewing streams of light,

From iron to iron the liquid pours:

A network of fire-falls burns the night.


Flowing from one molten pool above,

The mouth of these rivers looms and burns.

They empty themselves in that same pool.

All comes from Him and to Him returns.

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