You fill your lungs till they burst,
knowing a ghost is passing through you,
except unlike the rest it's running in and out never stops,
knowing none, no peace, that feeling, untill that great,
volcanoe instructs mons Venus to drink when you sleep.
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volcanoes instruct mons Venus when you sleep. ......................................................................... Oh, what graceful expression here, IsItPoetry.. 10. Tsira