I mean "awesome"
in the old ways.
Awe
is dread and wonder
poured dense and bright
in molten form to alloy.
What tools we pour and pull
and draw and cool and beat
and shape of it cannot deploy.
For ever we
stand back in wonder’s glow,
to see
such point
and shining weight,
and keenest edge,
dreading leaden
heart or head it
could destroy.
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