Impotent Rage

Subterranean, then surging, molten emotion

No levees of reason stand the onslaught

Of this pyroclastic flow of madness

Spitting disintegrating clouds of ash

 

 
Spewing demands, loud like magma

frenzied, incendiary, in the moment

Stonewalled by the dispassionate heart of another

Wrought in miasma of frozen deception

 
A surge of rage now, unbridled, or

impotent dregs of diminishing embers

Find succour in kindred spirits?

In the wake of psychosomatic synastry

 
Was it Pluto on the ascendant then?

Blame the demoted icy dwarf

The human condition outlasts even Ptolemy

Catharsis now and how?

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