Cone Calderas

Shivering sullen, silent all the time. Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime. Where, O my oracle, shall I begin? Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin. Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, and why? Dreams are a mystery passing us by! Doom, thy coworker. O death, say a word. Quartered by each third for flipping, old bird? Tremendous temper-fount, volcanic fire! Crater, thy rim is a pinnacled spire! As for springtime, low are the levels and wet. Red run regret, roundabout but well set... Wily raccoon, the coyote, thy peer; Sent us a message to grind in the gear. O love, thy caresses have hope on the wing! Solemnity, siren's song, arm in a sling. Weathervane, point. Pain, agony, anoint. Lightning, thy bolts do the dead man appoint. Rare metal substances, deep in the ground? Sound may surround what the looking-glass found. Foundation, deep in the ocean's body? Flickering firelight reflected by sea. Young master, time will secure what you seek! Poets and prophets through boneyards will creak... Zenith below and white-capped with the snow. Stern as a blow thrown by giants? Then go! Dun desert air from all moisture set loose. Forest, refuse what thy gods do not use. Dithering dervishes, dole and duress. Grim gambrel gangrel, gill, gauntlets to guess. Heaven and Hell, have you seen me? Well, when? Foxfire and frankincense burned on the fen...