Molten steel
I am carrying it inside me
Liquid Metal
I can burn you
I can break you
By overflowing or pouring
Into you
Each day
Adds another drop
Another drop of concentrated essence
Another drop in the chalice
Of experienced experience
That I accumulate
And can overwhelm you with
How can I be in relation?
When I’m a danger?
When I have so much within me
And I can’t avoid pouring it out?
Mask it, mask it
They say
Wall it in, wall it in.
No.
I will enlist the help of the dwarves
archetypes of the consummate builder
I want intricate mechanical gates.
I want to pour a perfect metal sphere
On demand. I want mastery, I’ll ask it of them;
Ceramic vaults, seals and bypasses.
No leaks, no overflows.
I will modulate and regulate the outputs
I will treasure the molten metal source.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 