As I sit at the edge of an erupted volcano,
sulfur and gasoline are merging;
I hold my coffee relish the poison injected into me in doses.
I feared the disappearance of the chandelier
that we once danced under, but heavens had other plans.
Polite as the soothing breeze of lavender,
but I anchored the chamber of
the venom of the earth as
I merged into the wallows of sulfur of the volcano.
Piqued in the altitudes, as one submerged with peace and tranquility. Others watched in awe as the spiritual initiation of the earth was being performed, no rsvp, but those honored to witness such an event.
The bliss of the boisterous earth had many rattling their feathers and squirming to seek shelter. This centennial ceremony chagrin on those who didn’t believe in miracles.
Navigated by the lighthouse, the coalesce weep at the rising of the fleeting love but blessed at the dancing ceremony of the earth’s awakening of the eruptive volcano.
Debris may be dormant for some, but lava and crater chances like as though it’s extinct and distinct.
Lava flowed like the shadows of mountains of Mount Everest. The decadence felt the credence of the curves of the structures of life.
Emancipated and exalted, evoke the patron saint of jewels to embody the sculpture of beauty at nature’s feet.
Surely the reverence of deliverance can only be felt with the emotional tidal waves of the mountain dew, as the hue of delight embraced blight of tomorrow’s shining passion.
Insurgency is as intimate the imaginable. Limpid as the liquid of the natures’ reservoir of the luscious omnipotent potions of forgiveness.
The fearless, unstoppable, and the haven of the bizarre and exonerated.
Rainbow anchoring the courageous and applauding the unforeseen. Don’t fret as one tastes the savories of illusion because the thickness is only the molasses that erupted in the terrains of the poetic.
Reserved, tactful is warm as the lava cools over cryptic souls of the living.
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