Go!
It stirs down deep
Where the thoughts sleep
A simple chemical reaction,
Incited into frustrated, resonated action.
And words form
In a quiet snow storm,
Momentum ushered by hurricane squalls,
Slapping cold stinging sleet against hot lung walls.
It rises fast
Like some nuclear blast,
A sentence liquid, hot with combustion,
Like molten lava in a volcanic eruption.
And detonates out
In a vast, titanic shout,
A strident roaring tempest of words then flow,
How much clearer can it be: “FOR GOD’S SAKE, GO!”
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