On roaming and homing, love of nature and the nature of love.

zaterdag 29 augustus 2015

Hephaestos

How you,
my melted metal friend,
after having been
spit out
like a cherry pit,
stopped falling
and started flying
during those nine months
how your crippled leg
turned into a parachute
how your landing
lit the holy fire
how your volcano
erupted on every single 
anvil of this freshly
crafted world

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