A still—Volcano—Life–
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—
A quiet—Earthquake Style–
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect
The Solemn—Torrid–Symbol–
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut–
And Cities—ooze away–
