Poetry / Purgatory

Foam from fissures flies freer
when pushed upward by
sulphorous steam.
Steam cannot be shackled,
cannot be seen nor held -
it sears worse than red-hot iron brands
one marked “dreamer”, another “loser”,
another “winner”.
Where these brands would burn
your label plainly,
steam would
indiscriminately
boil your face off
until all that is left
is a window to your
bare thoughts.

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