Dormant - Poem by john wake
On a volcanic fault
Lava spills, cools, plies
Over and over
Until its over.
Lava spills cools, plies
Parks and towards the sky it climbs
Till a mountain is born
In its youth or prime it keeps it form
Larva spilling, cooling, it slowly climbing.
But in twilight
No, no, no more does it rant
Its lava sleeps, now dormant.
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