An energy source to rival nuclear power.
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Words rip from lips hot with rage
like swarthe on a lathe streams from the tool
furled steel with a razor sharp edge
furiously writhing in a twisted spool
serving no purpose, conspicuous wastage
handled only when the heat cools.
A neighbour disputing a boundary -
enough energy to fuel a foundry.