VOLCANO

All waters run to the sea As if the sea was the end of all tears Streaming downhill with the least of effort Water down that makes its way through Nothing new blending with the rest of the waters In the language of creation One plus one is one So I am on my way to the top Running upstream As my last attempt to give birth to myself More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure nat More than a pure natural spring Born from clomped water drops I am volcano A blood-boiling rock that patiently destroys from the depths of the earth It's soul of everything My waters run to the sea As if the sea was the end of my tears, blood, sweat, pee Streaming downhill paved with good intentions But my will rises with wrath into the sky More than a pure natural spring That storms cause to overflow I am volcano Flowing fluorescent and deadly down the hill Fecundating space with my burning blood-hot More than a pure natural spring That storms cause to overflow I am volcano Fecundating space with my burning blood-hot tears