Glassblowing Poetry part 2

First it is a line
Add fire
it droops
and drips
so flip
and round
and flip
and round
little teardrop
Add another line
Fire one end to
Red
Red
Glowing heat
Keeping the ball heated
but not red-hot
PreciseĀ penetration
to sprout a mushroom
in full bloom

Molten gum
Sticky element
Malleable
Compressed sand shard art
Beautiful
Taffy being pulled
By the heat of suns

I drowned my fear for death in sand
Blazed it with heat
Twisted
Pulled
Folded
and pressed
Till epiphanies drifted out of the heat
I’ve never been so much at peace
around so much goddamn fire

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