You are a world
The continents are pieces of you
Oceans, seas and lakes pure emotion
Observe the mountains
Fine symbols of success
Yet some come with smokey summits
Volcanoes full of stocked resentment
Rage in thick magma pumping roots
Trapped seeking crevices to burst into expression
Relieving that metamorphic pressure
Under your crust
Running red hot and volatile
You are a world
You turn and turn in open bliss
The universe granting you space
You yourself turn and turn
Change slightly
After each rolling solstice
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