Poem -
Volcano
Patience extends from my heart on tender tentacles
The understanding erupts from the majesty of the creative forms
Filling the gaps of frustration
Like Donneās Ā flea, there is no perfect host
For the Oracle, there is no absolute clarity
The future always needs warmth and meaning
The bowels of Gaia spew forth that special message
We all live on the edge of the volcano
Existence in the 21st or whatever century
Creation has always been destructive for most
Knowledge sits best with the war machine
But for the few that survive
The future awaits......
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It is true, now more than ever all sitting on the edge and with the feet hanging over a volcano. Mother Earth rebels with an added danger, sophisticated technology military for war. The nature there are times that it appears aggressive and people die by any natural disaster, but the creation has never been destructive, creation is the opposite of destruction, only madmen destroy what they have created, in short, is not Gaia shredder, but the human hand that exploits her, that perverts it and lives it.
The war rather than knowledge generates failure, and rather than lead to progress leads people to destruction.
A greeting and congratulations by so brilliant composition.