Like a river in the mountains
Bubbling up like a spring
A boiling volcano
Waiting to explode.
A dream lies within me,
Plutonium in my depths,
Dangerous riches.
Beware the miner:
Under layers of rock and life,
Unstable matter,
Radiating into my dishes and handshakes.
A dream lives within me
Like a Shawshank prisoner,
Chipping at my walls
One pocket of dust at a time.
Am I warden, friend, or escapee?
Or will life prove me three?
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