Shouldn't I be inspired by this?
The warmth of earth's core is seeping up through a crack in her crust,
pitching sulfur smoke into the night,
Fiery red against the dark form of a mountain outlined and given shape by the light of a full moon. With a fleet of yachts and ships all turning their noses like devotees of some classical heathen faith wiped out by the hammers of Constantine and Byzantium and the papacy, pointing their noses away from their prescribed courses: HERE
To a volcano.
Should I not be Inspired?
Perhaps I should simply be content.
The warmth of earth's core is seeping up through a crack in her crust,
pitching sulfur smoke into the night,
Fiery red against the dark form of a mountain outlined and given shape by the light of a full moon. With a fleet of yachts and ships all turning their noses like devotees of some classical heathen faith wiped out by the hammers of Constantine and Byzantium and the papacy, pointing their noses away from their prescribed courses: HERE
To a volcano.
Should I not be Inspired?
Perhaps I should simply be content.
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