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Volcanic Vacuum

7-5-17

It tastes like anxiety
that washes over like lava.

I'm hot.
Not like temperature or anger
or society's definition of primal attractiveness
shined up and packaged
for a personal consumption.
Maybe it's tendency...
a yield sign overlaying
the cracked Do Not Enter kiss.
Combustion is the holy climax
after a series of events
and I'm not any closer
to the start than the finish.
The drip that hasn't dropped.
Won't ignite, won't go, won't stop.
Skipped A and B and went to C
looking like XYZ, and still
feeling like A. I'm hot.
Long on wondering
and losing comprehension
yet capacity has never been greater.
I don't get it, going
maybe nowhere for a
change of scenery in a
volcanic vacuum, but
not for lack of entrapment.
Am I a danger, stranger?
Things have happened.