Ocean waves stay

shy behind the gentle

rising beach.

Fire, in your stone ring

dance, flame fingers

held by each.

Bomb, be locked by

guard and code

and double fingerprint.

Mountain molten

magma free your steam

through crust-veined vents.

Vaccine, with demure

deploy your

tiny coterie.

Oh, Desire, bind

your power

to this golden ring.

I have been thinking how good powerful things, if they should breach their boundaries, can turn deadly and wreak havoc. How thin the line can be between life and death, all depending on whether boundary lines are drawn appropriately, and if those boundaries hold.

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