Slow Languid Fire

I am the earth’s crust, over a dormant volcano.
The molten rock inside
is buried miles deep — a

slow
languid
fire

is waiting for the tectonic shift,
the centimeters of our planetary ballet,
for an opening, a crack,
to burst out and burn cities to ash.

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