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
Love this one J!