Through the Fire

Long ago . . . . . .
In a scrumptious land known as Salviador . . .
There lived a lady, who journeyed over the highest volcano . . .
And through the fire, she came.

From left to right, and from top to bottom . . .
She burned, in all forms of sensation.
Now, her mind has nothing but time plus time . . . . . .
And through the fire she comes.

Lava!  The rocks, and the aftershock . . .
Are just meer hoaxes like horcruxes.
Because the penetration brought forth sensation . . .
And through the fire, she came.

Once upon times . . .
In a dwelling called, Mojomorian.
Many maidens passed over Mercury twice, thus it be Mercuri.
And through the fire, they came.

In and out, like birds coming and going year after year . . .
They were living high, and highly living.
After Mercuri, they climbed onto a volcano . . .
Where they burned, and loved the sensation.
And through the fire, they came.

The hot, the hotter, and the hottest . . .
Weren’t even a speck in the wind.
Because the penetration, burned and burned like a sensation . . .
And through the fire, they came.

Robert Alexander Deason         Peace

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