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White VolcanoStep into the world Like a stroke, a fractured verse, A shadow carved out of silk. Like I tend to ignore My vulnerable fate.
Someone beckons on my blood, Wanting to dwell in lava. I rarely answer. I have no maps, no signs,
In my organs untamed danger, Wild loneliness; Vowels that break, Forests that wilt; Fire like bliss.
But I no longer enter – Too bold, too hot, No matter how light I walk. So I perch on the edge
Of this worldly dream. To kiss my lips Is to kiss the wound Gifted by God Seldom seen.
2022.4.12
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