M A G M A

I bubbled in
no measurable heat at depth
no trembling heart
mapped
yearning like a cloud that
fly embracing the sky
penetrate the virtual distance stuttering
and not spell
if wishes could swash
through the froth of words
: Footsteps towards one
meeting point, but now
stony silence

I boil the cavity
hidden like a dream
buried
to gush from the mountain crater
or forgotten then destroyed
burning in the recesses of the soul increasingly
struggle to get loose
nan lasting heat ignited expands
and will not die
- when was coming a time
for both possibilities?

Agats - Asmat, July 17, 2010