A tiny vulcanic eruption

our core is
like magma
wrapped in a crust
in layer upon layer of words
words to protect
words to conceal
words to imprison

some of these words
are our words
some of these words
were spoken for us
as a gift
but most of these words
were already there
and are the same
for everyone

and so this is our world
looking familiar
from the outside

but once in a while
some friendly little words
break rank
and they form a little phrase
form a little poem
and they sparkle
like a tiny vulcanic eruption
that escapes