Stoked Higher, a poem

Anthracite dreams,
Still burn, better than
The regular stuff,
Taken from the pan.

Not yet diamond-ized,
A question of density,
Contaminates unpurified,
Metamorphosis incomplete.

More pressure, more heat,
Transformational intent,
These dreams in your head,
Require time to ferment.

So, stoke the flame,
More the fire to feed,
To prosecute your claim,
Future brightly glittering.

Poem by Harakhte