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?