Such is the power of motion/flow - May be a fissure in a volcanic crater, or a stone thrown in a placid lake, whence the ripples travel far and wide- unwittingly, involuntarily. And the unstable equilibrium is once again rendered unstable... Here below...
Desire not, tender heart,
Ye, of baser earth make;
A furtive wish or a forlorn sigh,Never does a powerful prayer make.
Play not with fire, that threatens to consume,
Recoil! Retreat! Dare not presume;
The remains of the day - a bleak, grey horizon,
Metamorphing into darkness, the spiralling gloom.
Don again that mask, and muffle your cry,
This parched firmament - look not to the sky;
Hope may be a country, but you dear, an outcast-
Extinguish the candle burning, the fire within - let die.
