On the anvil of wording you forge the poem.
And as the smith delivers the pickax
only deftly wrought to dig the soil
you don’t cease chiseling it
except ready for Judgement’s hand.
Someone oneday
will use it as a tool
to dig within himself
to find the spark
that lit its flame.
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