Here
inside me where fear reigns supreme
the forces of nature lie dormant and repressed.
A lifetime
of watchful care and well timed response
has left me adept but crippled agile yet stiff
clouded like an unpolished gem
buried under sediment and personal history.
Now
urges long suppressed bulge like Mount St. Helens
the day before the day after.
What erupts
is genuine and primal
it burns the practiced arts to ash –
The Book of Acts writ large now gone to smoke and shadow
and the dry whispered echo of turning pages burning.
From shouted gaping fissures
cones of life emerge.
What was inside spews out.
Oh, to erupt in fiery wonder
become just another force of nature!
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