14 January, 2010

volcanic forces

Rosie

Deep shifts take place
Like seismic rifts
Pulsing through me
Shifting shapes
uplifting pain and doubt
And all just red hot anger
Come spilling, raging out
Leaving me in isolated fury
Like Krakatoa
In the middle of my empty ocean
I explode, alone
And other people miles away
On other lands
Feel the tremors and wonder
Where on Earth, do they come from?

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