Anticipation is a calm lake
Or a bubbling sulphuric spring,
Reaction held by surface tension,
Steam showing what is to come.
You wait both excited and anxious
Frantically searching the facade,
Expecting the piercing screech,
Yet all remains silent.
A single external movement
Of word or deed,
An imperceivable internal image,
Can trigger an explosion.
The spouts of rage touching
Everything within reach,
The quaking subsides quietly,
Tension always just under the surface.
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