Under a volcano
where pieces of debris rendezvous
where small gods
surf the lake of fire
sits
a green moldy egg
made of the solidest rock
made of the toughest caldera
blanketed by an archaic lava dome
flames spark through the bursting crust
lights from inside hunt the oxygen
a howl of faith
a roar of conviction
cracks the shell open
with tectonic force
he floats
skates through a glacier of flame
like vulcan himself
a feature
the blind should be aware of
where pieces of debris rendezvous
where small gods
surf the lake of fire
sits
a green moldy egg
made of the solidest rock
made of the toughest caldera
blanketed by an archaic lava dome
flames spark through the bursting crust
lights from inside hunt the oxygen
a howl of faith
a roar of conviction
cracks the shell open
with tectonic force
he floats
skates through a glacier of flame
like vulcan himself
a feature
the blind should be aware of
