Lost and Found

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Engraved in wood
Within the lines of age
As the craft from birth
Takes attempt at rage
And through furnished thoughts
Guided by hardened palms
Rubbed raw, rubbed fresh
Do the grains learn calm
And as the roughened edges
Give rise to rooted soil
Each withering spark
Stands in feisty recoil
And in humble recognition
Of the outgrowth in time
The fire quenches all tinder
In resonance to fueled climb

And brought forth from the ash

In a yield of loosened earth

Followed are the lines

That trace from first birth