i own my anger
i tell u without regret
it is volatile
it may not be safe
what the f r you doing there?
if you are gazing
into the caldera
when the
melted rock starts rolling
in the stone and steel furnace
there shimmering white hot
alexanders sarissa spear
flares piercing thru the vent,
burning a path of shrieks
and words like granite boulders
ablaze with molten lava
tumble in an avalanche
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