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As he fell into autumn He marvelled And smiled Despite his fate Her colours so stong And her powers unreal His hands Still not cooled After the fire he felt When he reached out To touch her hair Under a perfect blue sky He fell And with the colours he faded Into different shades Of darkness Volcano As the pressure builds below With rising levels of acidity The waters around us show signs Of impending doom There are cracks at times Sulphoric fumes too But no one cares as long as the plaster holds. In time the magma builds Like a boil the mantle explodes In a Plinian eruption Of petrifying pyroclastics And lava flows Raging and ravishing Fertile lands With misery and despair in its wake As it calms down And the lava cools The reconstruction begins Around the old mantle The surface crusts again Like a wound healing But marked Scarred And the pressure builds once more Another eruption is imminent The mantle builds every time Until it collapses Into a magnificent caldera The imploded chamber Of an emptied magma chamber
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Icarus' Fall
As he fell into autumn He marvelled And smiled Despite his fate Her colours so stong And her powers unreal His hands Still not cooled After the fire he felt When he reached out To touch her hair Under a perfect blue sky He fell And with the colours he faded Into different shades Of darkness Volcano As the pressure builds below With rising levels of acidity The waters around us show signs Of impending doom There are cracks at times Sulphoric fumes too But no one cares as long as the plaster holds. In time the magma builds Like a boil the mantle explodes In a Plinian eruption Of petrifying pyroclastics And lava flows Raging and ravishing Fertile lands With misery and despair in its wake As it calms down And the lava cools The reconstruction begins Around the old mantle The surface crusts again Like a wound healing But marked Scarred And the pressure builds once more Another eruption is imminent The mantle builds every time Until it collapses Into a magnificent caldera The imploded chamber Of an emptied magma chamber
patricia-drake
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
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