The coals smoldered
With obsidian flakes,
To reflect sky or ocean there.
The heat was tropical;
An abeyance denied
To all who’d arrived there.
Earthquakes simmered
Along the meridians,
While smoke floated free:
Released from it’s bondage,
It drifted to where
You wanted to be.
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