somewhere in this lives a frightened little boy

the daily semblance of calm
(a mask whereupon he rides
the volatile rage twisting
like magma beneath rock
until he’s able to dismount
with the casual elan of a cat
who has fallen awkwardly
but  still haughtily walks away
with a final slash and twitch
of his tail as if to say who cares)
allows him to breathe within the deep
panic rising over him like water.
(July 11, 2013)

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