A still —Volcano —Life —
That flickered in the night —
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight —
 
A quiet —Earthquake Style —
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples —
The North cannot detect
 
The Solemn —Torrid —Symbol —
The lips that never lie —
Whose hissing Corals part —and shut —
And Cities —ooze away —

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