Anger clears the eyes and focuses the intent
Possibly in the wrong direction
Probably in the wrong direction
The sinuses drain and breathing becomes powerful
Like a self inflicted dragon
With a wonky eye
“Over here” yells the target of the anger
It
’s hard to move a dragon body around quickly
There is no winning
Like a game of Chinese checkers that are all one colour
Flames come out at the wrong time
And the wind blows them fiercely upward
Anger to be right is a waste of time
Anger to right a wrong must be carefully tended
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