Glimmering iris rises non-thinkingly
Off the shimmering horizon’s rounded lines,
Simmering orisons, sown unblinkingly,
Chanted by borning faces outside of Time.
This world’s burning races muzzle pain
Like our own bloated kissers guzzle gas.
Small pond’s central impulse triples its ripples
Through which pass each micron’s multiplying mass.
Tsunami’s sea-personic of night’s black waves
Instantly sensed o’er shrugging rock-bottom plates,
Waves dismissed by drones indifferent to mass graves
Paved in the brimming past by hate-less fate.
Mother Ocean meets the searing lava lips
Of sea-men going down on the swells of her hips
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