The calm before the storm
Brace yourself – like a man
Prepare your mind for action
Set your gaze on the task ahead
The hammer drops,
A sharp and jarring stab
A sudden grip twisting fast
Momentum builds, gears catch
Torsion and grit
Slammed hard back, down, against
Heart quickening, happily grimaced
Tensing, tightening, frictioning.
Frantically pumping, rushing and compensating.
Explosively shoving.
Blood and steel work much the same, way deep down.
Always seeking a balance that’s never quite found.
Too high up, or maybe still too far down?
Who is to say, what’s lost or what’s found?
Cheers and weeping are equally medicinal.
Crazy, but true. Like so many things.
The physics of fire - There’s no such thing
Not even in the smallest flick of a flame
A dim, stray spark causes an opposite same
Rhyme and reason haven’t the slightest sway.
Quickly and violently, everything burnt away
No quench for the thirst, no block to bar the way
The hotter the fire, the colder the ash.
The greater the expense, the deeper the lack.
One word, glance, thought, sound, smell, taste,
The whole world is transformed.
Crazy, but true. Like so many things.
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