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A Vase is Removed from the Anagama

The kiln, crouching beast, Devours stacks of split wood Then belches black fog. Potters feed it for three days - Wait three more for fire's death. A conspiracy Of wood ash, heat, flame, and air. Colors with no names Speak mutely from the scorched clay Of hands of men, tongues of flame.

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