Anger like a
white hot wire
insinuated
spread the fire
no outlet no
and no release
the wolf’s in the pasture
disguised in a fleece
seems nothing’s to
be done with it
I’m not done
and I cannot quit
The white hot wire
digs deeper still
today’s manifestation
of the bitter pill
says it’s harmful to
keep it bottled inside
but I’ve promises to keep
on this long long ride
I hold it down imperfectly
perhaps my saving grace
I know that they can read
the wire’s lash marks on my face
what
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