Having only scratched the surface
Like levelling topsoil
Not unearthing what lies beneath
Dare not deeper than that
In the bellows
I am a volcano dormant
Yet the molten lava flows impatient
Combustible is the fuel of revenge
The layers containing for now
I am man made
My emotions are a natural disaster
Difficult in containing
My best is weathering the storm
With luck all remains dormant
Hot eventually cools
Layered and deferred for now
I am best cold as a stone
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