molten

it is a whiter, hotter heart than most
that hides within the ashen iron box
a blinding phosphor liquid light
spent while contained and unseen;
it keeps the gears with purpose turning
toward the hope of a great crack and chasm
that might spill the inner life
and seed the surrounding plains
with all my molten hiddenness

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