Dark urges mixed with passions' flare:
my relapses come frequently recently
as seen by my foreboding fumaroles
Mawenzi on the right and Shira on the
left:
the demon and the angel extinct on
either shoulder
Kibo: hardheaded with ice and inactive
but my body is hot and bothered and
pressured
Molten moments create wanton waves
that at last flip the lid and it all
spills out
leaving countrysides and towns
languishing in lava
with the sun's answer as to why
concealed in billowing ash
***
You'll view this on TV in a faraway
land when my
caldera's collapsed further and I'm
half a day dormant
