He tires of the magmatic struggle, the viscid
tiger crawl of liquid basalt enveloping his head;
The vertiginous plume consuming his vision
in a latticework of soot, smoke, and sorrow;
The thermic surge, a thigmotropistic urge,
seeking to enflame his fuming faculties;
The sweltering seduction of fervid lips,
brushing his cheeks to glowing rubescence;
A wheezing weasand, charred and choked by
the muted words of his sempiternal reproach
art: by Eric Lacombe
sempiternal reproach, I like this use of words! Good writing
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