The Crucible Poem by David Levitas

The Crucible



In the crucible of the soul, members affixed
Are our problems resolved, high water neutralized,
Sentimental regrets regarded by cauterization
And the pitch and smoke which is from it licked
Is deafened and passed in the sigh, while the
Pain is reduced as deposit for fossilization.

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