Waiting for Convalescence

Dec 03, 2009 03:42

Up from the miasma
powerful as a solar flare,
volcanoes erupt molten ash,
excreting fire and power
from ventilation ducts far below the sea.

The ocean, aflame, rises from meteorite storm clouds.
Automatic burst-fire, like a pulsar's radiation
fills the world a human presence...

Pain, anguish, desire, frustration.

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