the Pele Eruption
 
 
 
 
the supposed enchantment prophesized through Omega lips
and sun dried quatrains.
and the looking glass powdered white and worn thin.
we dance in this sand dollar haven.
eyes closed and red flags down;
for this is speckled serenity on black paint.
and the earthquake sighs.
and this Pele is blown.
 
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