Beneath the vault in locked, dark seam,
The furnace heaves through basalt night;
A buried hymn below unseen.
The mantle shifts its lanes of light,
A molten rumour speaking spark.
Ungloving ores by sheerest might
An ancient lattice makes its mark
On earth remade by force unnamed
Bent in shadow, preserved in dark.
The feldspar softens where it’s flamed,
The mica warps, the graphite shines.
All altered, grain by grain, reclaimed.
The crushing dark redraws the lines,
For every weight a shaping hand
That grinds the old resisting signs.
A stress unseen brings fault to land,
To will the rigid core to yield
And breach the sealed horizon’s stand.
So moves the soul within that field
Where trials stack to monocline,
All raw experience annealed.
A deeper pattern climbs the spine;
The soul recrystallised in fire,
Recast beneath the surface lines.
Still downward goes the buried fire,
Run deeper through tectonic grade,
Still closer draws the unmade choir.
For nothing remains unallayed
When all must pass through pressure’s gate
To break, to burn and rise remade.
Thorn and Benediction 
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