Blurt

Fury-laden words spill out,
comingled in their metaphors
(serpents hissing balls of fire,
tongues of rage
bursting in rivers),
all these land, in
a tangled &
explosive mess, no
logic or coherence, all
in fragments, & shards,
& shards of fragments
 
& yet,
arranged by the page,
thoughts slow down in lines
which order, which pace
this slowly
decelerating
fury,
 
& all, in time,
falls into its place,
& the page encloses,
envelope-like,
 
a missive of prayer,
 
& somewhere,
in half-lines,
 
the peace
of Amen

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