Eye of the volcano,

Open from the focal excavation

Site of it’s platformic base,

Pulses in energy, the green iris

Predicament glowing harshly

In dark and light rings around

Opaque Pupil: as it is deprecatingly

Named for the shards of tangible

Sediment it lets off into precious

Mining island earth dissolves

In visitation hands like igneous rock

But without glazed form as in ceramics:

Falling out c...

The scariest experience that could ever happen to me, that I acknowledged in imagination before, really occurred to me. I was in one of those glass elevators exposed in view to the outside of the building, and its glass containment did indeed stop without breaks. Falling falling as if the gears of latitude start and stop with activated defense against churning round steadily, in constancy. My head...