There is no distance safe enough
Once we've become entwined.
My fuse was lit some time ago
By circumstance unkind.
I regret that I’m constructed
Of such explosive stuff
And efforts to reduce the risks
Are never quite enough.
Perhaps a bright red warning sign
Should hang below my neck,
Screaming aloud to those nearby
“You’d better hit the deck.”
So perpetual combustion
Propels me through the years,
Laying waste to those around me,
Compounding all my fears.
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