Passive frictions generate little heat.
Strike the flint hard into steel,
and let the kindling flare
to dispel the spell of darkness
of hate and the grim fuels
that burn without fire,
without compassion,
without warmth,
without the near spent coals,
still glowing,
that nourish the soul
with clear broth
in tough bowls.

◄ At Clark and Belmont

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