Post by thefleetsin on Apr 6, 2017 19:21:00 GMT
mass to muscle
we who feed the cauldrons
day in
and day out,
know of it.
the endless stirring,
coals sputtering as we labor.
oils
brought to their boils point.
singing for the masters return,
the muscles burn.
and
we are there to smother and soothe,
like water to a fuse.
pulsating rivers
of life.
reflected in the glory
there
in orbited delight.
pure light
as
the cauldrons tip.
sjw 04/06/17 inspired at this very moment in time by alex.
from the 'beauty series' of poems
we who feed the cauldrons
day in
and day out,
know of it.
the endless stirring,
coals sputtering as we labor.
oils
brought to their boils point.
singing for the masters return,
the muscles burn.
and
we are there to smother and soothe,
like water to a fuse.
pulsating rivers
of life.
reflected in the glory
there
in orbited delight.
pure light
as
the cauldrons tip.
sjw 04/06/17 inspired at this very moment in time by alex.
from the 'beauty series' of poems