above room temperature

settle for your mediocrities.
this metal may be too hard to work
at the temperatures you can survive
and the club foot god would drive
you away with the heat and fury
of something more immortal
than the pale herb infusion you sip
in fear that you may trip and slip
into something larger than your doubts.
shouts and gouts of passions that burn and churn
and earn you a life above room temperature.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

"It's a long road."
"Well, and it is paved with blood and fire and sharp shards of lost souls."
"Well, that goes without saying."