a Metal poem

I am structure and strength
I am the first breath
I am the armor of my body/mind/spirit
I shield myself from external influences
I am lungs – the breath and root of life
The condition of my lungs manifest itself in my skin and body hair
I am the nose and mucus membranes
The rhythm of my breath governs the other rhythm cycles in my body
My order is rotten
My flavor is pungent and spicy
My climate is dryness
My sound is crying and weeping which acts as an outlet for my grief
I am the mineral ores and salts of the Earth
I am self esteem
I am quality
My forms vary from crude, impure, dense ore to a brilliant crystal clear gem
I am metal

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