When a

Man lays

Dormant and

Capped and

When plates

Shift and

From deep

Beneath a

Fire surges

All in

It’s path

Will suffer

Even mankind

The mind

Wages war

When the

Heart goes

Empty sometimes

It can’t

Contain the

Dirth of

Emotion or

Accept its

Own drought

It’s then

When levees

Are breached

Sending torrents

Of insanity

Ashore saturating

Every one

Why don’t

You write

About you

You asked

I have

I said

It takes

The form

Of you

The things

That I’ve

Always sought

Are the

Things unspoken

Those tiny

Quiet muttering

Perhaps a

Mew or

A sigh

It’s in

Your silence

I know

You best