Volcanic eruptions of heated magnanimity
Of which your words so beautifully emulate
Ascending, climbing, yearning to be free
As this *****'s liquid hopes coagulate
You are the fragrant needles on each spruce tree
Surrounding delicately the base of longed-for fate
The occasional, intense craving of anonymity
Only a thinking man's mind to create
You are a glacier of fast-flowing tranquility
The magma lines to caffeinate
Each passing mountain of abnormality
Is never keen to underestimate