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Here's a song about some stuff
I'm holding in my hand.*
It's an element of metal...
near as common—made from sand.
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It's as used as it is common...
somewhat vulgar, mean, and crude.
Oh sure, it's changed your history,
caused much pain—but grew your food!
.
See, it's simmered into plowshares,
when not folded into swords,
it's used for span in bridges
over valley, bay, and gorge!
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It's "cage" and "gun," or "printing press";
it's built our structures high—
so high they sway in winds like sails
while scratching at the sky!
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It made its mark in history.
It's even named an Age!
It's called the "Age of Iron"
when it's written on a page.
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For all its notoriety...
it is humble now these days,
un-reflected and forgotten,
though it's wrought in charming ways.
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...Forgotten is the *magic*
of what happens when it's forged,
...See, this element of IRON earns respect!
It shall not be ignored!
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And yes... perceive pure magic!
It's a miracle's been made
...there's something "GOT for nothing."
Yes! Nothing's what's been paid!
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Our physics is depleting,
and so is what we "know."
Iron has some "quality."
It is the "seed" that's sown.
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The eggheads walk around it
—gloss it over, and pretend—
that the physics are beyond us,
"just at present," they'd contend.
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Do they miss a "bigger picture"
in their aggrandized denial?
"One plus one" makes "three" with Iron;
is shock so stern and final?
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"One plus one makes three (!) with Iron"?
It's heresy I speak!
"A free lunch is *immoral*
and *offensive* (!?)—it can't BE"!
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Conversely, Iron's miracle:
it's the provenance enjoyed,
from ships to shoes to sealing wax...
to cabbages, and... Freud.
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You owe it your existence;
it produces ALL you are.
You owe it your reality;
that's not a bridge too far.
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You owe it your survival;
it's the draftsman of your dreams.
It's Iron making possible
every THING that's dead or breathes!
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It’s the reason that there's cobalt,
or there's nickel, copper—zinc.
It's the reason for selenium...
Donald's platinum bathroom sink.
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A creator of ALL after it
—a womb of stellar fusion—
it's here is where the magic's made.
I assure: it's no illusion.
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Iron's cooked in monstrous stars.
It's the last thing made by fusion!
It's here the magic shall occur,
the result of a "contusion."
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See, it takes a star's tremendous size
and burning very brightly
to degenerate the silicons
that "fuse" for Iron's, *Icy*...
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Sand is "fused" together
for this miracle of Iron.
One plus one makes two you'd think (?)—
but watch the magic happen!
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The Iron is more "special"
than the stuff that made it up!
One plus one is *more* than two;
it's fact, you look it up!
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What is changed (?) in property (?)
exceeding "sums of parts"?
What cosmic free lunch oddity
gives eggheads fits and starts?
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How does Iron cool big stars?
How's it suck up all that fire?
The star begins to fall into ITSELF!
Collapsing, Gods conspire!
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The star shrinks in contraction
towards the center of its point—
the acceleration's hellish
and it's time that slows—"disjoint."
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A place is reached where it gets *hot*
...many billions of degrees,
protons and electrons
charge neutrinos—cosmic sleet!
,
This rain of fierce neutrinos
bastes new Iron fusion's made,
and all remaining elements
are prepared as Iron's braised!
.
See, abruptly sucking "heat" up
like a cosmic cube of ice (!),
it's Iron makes the star go out!
—the star implodes—a vise!
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The fall is monumental!
The acceleration's hellish!
Matter's smashed together
in an angry blistered anguish!
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The fall's so fast that time is slowed,
and speed is kicked up, fast;
its force is irresistible...
...then? It meets itself! ...At last!
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...Rebounding comes explosion
that the *physics* still demand.
The star "explodes"—read "fuses"—
new "elementals," understand?
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...Everything from helium
to 'unoctium is fused...
from matter that is tortured
and tormented, read... contused!
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Consider: "ultra-violence"
un-imagined which contrives
—to SCATTER all that contents—
all the stuff that we'll desire!
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...And from the gas and chunks of rock
—and metal bits galore—
new suns are born to light the sky...
...around them, planets form...
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On these planets carbon stews,
and seeded from the sky?
The life that's all around us
starts to live, evolve—and thrive!
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The Iron coalesces
all that stuff supporting you,
and with ironic sentience,
you observe its pristine truth.
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...Stuff happens out of nowhere,
a result of Iron's seed,
and so explains these words you read—
Iron's gift to you, from me.
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What's this to do with UFO's?
Well, Iron's made them, too.
They're closer to the answer,
to that "free lunch" I construe.
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See, they are there as we are here
"Nothing happens once."
We are, ourselves, that proof of them
a reality confronts!
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They've likely had this fusion
—put the process to their use—
understand its implication... so for us?
We've no excuse!
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Something comes from nothing,
and the proof's in singing stars!
Iron's in the magic
that is made to color Mars.
The redness of his dirt is such
to teach us, as he must,
that it MAY be we spin our wheels
to work for dross and dust.
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If Iron is the way God rolls
in every place but here,
then it may be we work too dear
to stay this course we steer.
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But for iron? There is nothing beyond iron! |
...Begins the productive apocalypse!
—the terrible "irresistible force" meeting the equally terrible "immovable object," its own self—
...there comes then the titanic and re-percussive explosion (more understatement), an explosion transcending time, space, and as I said, imagination. The accelerated matter hits the center point and... well, "rebounds" won't do the production justice, at all... words fail...
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| ...From ships to shoes to sealing wax to cabbages, and... Freud. |
**Magnetism was mentioned above... and iron's affiliation with it. Another "something for nothing," a strange result of the last thing made by fusion, alone... is a force, forget gravity (!), stitching even far-flung galaxies together into a vast cosmic web! New discoveries about this communicative property of magnetism across expansive distances are being made every day... comes the concresence!
