pain fully clear

i see your pain

not like a flame

no rage afire

instead

it wafts like steam

off the heat of the street

like vapors only visible

on an odd angle

suppressed

molten

a-boil

about to release

an incarnate yearning

dying to be set free

that which it has not faced

anger

now awoken and aggravated

in broad daylight

pain in plain sight

forgetting

that the sun in its molten magic

has actually shone upon this spot

to transmute

your transcendence