Part A, part B
Need to become one,
Too bright to see
Brighter than the sun.

Temp is critical
Too hot just burns away,
Fusion minimal
If set the other way,
Metal molten
Running into one,
Hand halting
Controls a tiny sun.
Masked to see
So not to blind my eyes,
Hard to breethe
Temperature I despise,
Amps at high
For penetration,
Summer skies
Like insulation.
Sleeves and gloves
Shield me from ray-burn
Blistered love
Like metal in an urn.

Part A, part B
Intermingled,
But now I see
Ghosts in the shingles.
11/10/08 ADO