Geyser

The effort of capping, sealing
The wellspring of my true self
Whoever that may really be,
For fear of facing the explosive power
Of a blinding white geyser,
Erupting in a continuous orgasm of awe,
Leaving my skull split in 2,
Exhausts my soul.

The effort of straining, confining,
To the boxes of words,
That which does not want
To know the words
That which will continuously escape
Houdini like, from the crushing pressure
The words
Exhausts my soul.


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