a descent into poetry insanity |
| the world is young, here, mountains forming like trees, adding new strata every year. a volcano forms slowly, layer upon layer— rock flowing from the earth— fire, water, and spirit. and if we come too close, touch the fire, die before our time in mud and lava flow— it is in the hands of the Savior, for the land is His: Provincia De Nuestro Señor Jesus Cristo, El Salvador Del Mundo line count: 17 Author's Note ▶︎ |