Your anger is a veil
Like Spiderman shoots a web at the world,
So you spit and seethe your Fury
But this web keeps you from seeing, changing, moving, growing
It binds you tight.
Who knows if your victim has been damaged, or hurt
Or made stronger?
Have you evoked fear
Only one thing is certain.
Like a cocoon wound too tightly,
Or the spider's sticky shroud
Anger will kill you, first.
Unless you emerge from your chrysalis
and beat your sudden wings
damp with your second--& most significant--birth
into Newness, the vast & tremulous Unknown
full of tenderness,
full of rhythm
In ecstatic flight
through the Infinite night.