thoughts bent
crooked and wild
refusing to be hammered
straightened out
weaving and turning
spun ribbons of steel
knotted and tangled
wound tight
round the wheel
of circular thinking
an endless merry-go-round
with horses gone mad
a nonsensical circus
in despair I let go
releasing the reins
a mighty hand reaches down
down
into the chaotic hemisphere of my brain
gently pries apart the rusted metal
lovingly thrusts it into a furnace of flames
melting sparks
growing heat
rips through each particle
embers burn and pulsate
as these twisted tracks
are baptised in fire
and smoulder in a holy pain
the great hammer descends
with mighty mercy
each strike sends a shiver through the steel
a groaning
as it is shaped and reshaped
a perpetual process
back and forth
from the flames
to the fountain
pounded
pounded
again
and again
a divine thunderous rhythm
beating
building
echoing
until the Maker
has wrought the metal
pure and parallel
that my train of thought
may steer straight through