I climb the Volcano
And the bag rests on my oblique shoulder
Full of grain sugar for the bitter journey.
Who knows about the hole?
And when I turned at the peak
Saw the black ants like a pilgrimage.
I said; ' Hope lava give us lavishly a drink
To pacify our thirst? '
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