A hot spot in the gut of your being that eats away freeing
Erupting, turning the body into a crucible of material from
Iron pounded, flattened, bent, tortured into an idea, a shape,
You will never be the same for now there is a weakened
Way out, like a hernia that gives, freeing the soul from it’s mold
Spewing the sacred imagination into a creation realized in the
White hot passion that is fashioned, a new idea, grow, let it be so.