HOT SPRINGS

Patience aplumb so are the fissures
How come?
Wind flies up toward the density
With intensity.
 
Let lapse, the wild night dream
The cold creeps solid and tame
A hot moon filters our obscene
Aplumb as the geysers came
 
 
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