Roman Candle
I woke up this morning
pent-up as a Roman candle.
All it would take is a spark
for ideas to shoot like fire into the sky.
My life to this point
has been ground down to combustible powder
and packed tightly inside the cylinder of my being.
I'm waiting
for a flicker to touch the fuse of my brain.
Stench of sulfur,
Someone just lit the match.
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