The new volcano didn’t hurt rare animals.


into volcanoes intended for love
when the black bird soars
gently over the rocks burned
the same as he
it is never man treading
over land
it is the sea
cleansing this floating rock

as one sun lends to another
love may not be so purposeful
in a land of barren sediment
but when the regimented
exchange takes position
i can wish for nothing more
than your arms to hold me tight