Needs path i cross
Through golden rays
Bathing breath from life
Fountains of need seeping through
Never enough to stir,
I wander below
Ah! glistening dome arise
Feeding need, calling gasps.
Farther i wander
Silk and sweet i wonder
Snaking under, meandering lower
To behold a meadow glistening thither
Erupting from within,
Flowing to my need
Am lost in your call
Not a moment i spare
Tending my volcano.
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