Volcano
Listen to me
When I tell you
That this Passion I have
Must come out
Somehow
If I cannot be direct
If I cannot share this
Outpouring
It must flow around
and about
and encompass
I must stand up
and tell Everyone
without telling them
Your Name
I must paint the strokes
of these feelings
without distinguishing
Your Face
But it must come out
Somehow
all of this burn
all of this liquid fire
Because I can no longer
Keep it in
Under the Dark
Deep
Cracks
of Uncertainty.
- HB 9.27.11
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