Ferrous

An abandoned iron ore mine I grew up next to in Schefferville, Quebec.

I am mighty; forged from the engines of stars. Borne to life by their violence and death, as crimson giants hurtle their ingots into the cacophonous night.

I am explosive; wrought as a weightless cordillera. Flying and looping, crashing and falling, a flaming beam to build a wish upon as I illuminate the clouds.

I am grounded; cratered, buried and weathered beneath the eons. Folded by the seraphim tectonic, drawn and quartered by the song of the moon, beaten and rusted by the tides infernal.

I am unearthed, excavated by beings of bone and heart. Cast into weapons and playthings, poured into plows and fences, spun into chainmail and circuits.

I am strong and ferocious under tension, I am malleable and feeble when I am warm, I fervently float and I sink, I feel brittle when I am cold. I feign resistance, I am felicitously conductive, I am both feverishly enigmatic and fecklessly ubiquitous. I am ruling standard and in rare form.

And you?

You are magnetic.

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