Forge: A Poem

Scott Bauer
Thrust, do I, my mind and soul

Into the fiery forge of thought

A rare few can say the same

For common thought be only the tepid ash

From a cheap cigar

It only affects the one who smoked it

While true enlightenment thought is a billowing black

White hot forge of ideas and conspiracies

From which no man can immerse himself in

And ever come out unchanged

So thrust, do I, my mind and soul

Hoping for the scorching flame of truth

To cleanse me of society

Published by Scott Bauer

Novelist, poet, and an average guy who has happened to have done more than most. Now taking the time to figure out just what I have done and why...  View profile

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