Like a volcano

in destructive pain

to my totality

in explosive dreams

I soar above this earth

as if I instinctively

knew how to fly…

as living’s clones

with their flames on

roast until they split

until they become like me

with an acrid smile

dancing like mimes

no rhythm to each step

melting into surreal

hued colours

like a volcano

covered in sludge…

I try to wipe away

this mess, but you

speak so strikingly loud

I forget who IAM

or what my thoughts

sound like

when they call out

but, that's the

essence of volcanos

erupting menacingly

and with such force…

none can withstand

the power of this rage

and when each volcano

does blow, everyone

runs for cover

in rampant terror

fearful of seeing

such a giant exploding in pain.