Below Core

Heat shapes core

Prison bars

Melt like ore

Tremble with relief

Hand to hand

Touch.

 

Shake off dust

Traces

of disillusionment

Heavy steel

Spun into soft places

Give way.

 

Eager to

Bleed out

Pools of amber

Wild in nature

Consume.

 

Catch yourself

Reflected

In disbelief

A false mirror

Held high

Shatters.

 

You rise

From heated slumber

Each day

Is it any wonder

Choose breath instead.

(c) Lynn M. Gampert

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