Earth of Fire Blowing Waves
Inside me there is the blowing of the wind
and fire that blowed in a war's strange dyne.
The infertil ground of the earth in my hands I hold
To tameless waves I pray still bending on my mold.
Inside me lay each component that in the past I stole
Apparitions are secretely feeding my mind and my soul
When fire is wavely holed, the smoke will encloud.
When water falls, you'll see the flowers on the ground.
A journey far away I made but no land could cease me.
My ship was burned by the sun while the wind was fizzing.
My mast is now broken by the wildest tempest.
The quintessence of the world is leaving us in earnest.
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