The Source of Every Smelt (Now Redux)

Intrepid fools up beyond the clouds

Rounding up a dream, fingers in the sky

Empty bellies drove, carrying every soul

They weakened a resolve, a rediscovered hole

Massively corrupted sheets of iron

Rust pouring molten and heavy through the air

With no choice we stride

Upwards and upwards and above

Until it is black and silent, to where the iron is cast

Where great gloved hands hurl gold

A void that has a most awesome kind of beauty

Vicious and infinite, silent and colossal

Then on and frozen in time

Limping we struggle forwards towards two lights

Each blue and crystal white in turn

Revolving upon each other in fantails and sparks

It is the very pot, the source of every smelt



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