Toiling in dawn's orange forge I hammer at the gorge Of silent kings and laughless queens. They come to me for pretty things, 5 Pretty things; I have imagination's means. But the farther that I thrust That art I cannot trust Into the aching spirit's pyre 10 The more my hand is burnt and hurt By earthly fires.
From the collection "Unimagined Things"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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