we are celebrating
having drowned at sea
no longer shackled
after being tossed overboard
so the tide has turned
now there is revelating
survivors have reached
a fumarolic yearning beach
reckoning some good road ahead
even though the searing way
completely blocked at times
by steaming vents and landslides
and the occasional seething ice storm
there could still be raging fire
even more torrential rain
but if we can handle the opium
there lies the heroin road
riding the fire breathing dragon
across rough and broken black top
accompanied by stark visions
some translucent
only semi-clear
now all we have to do
steer clear of fear
heroes and heroines tack right
as fire breathing danger moans
past what is left
those incinerating lava zones
raging through
my endangered mind
there's a cold stagnant pool
stationed there I find
I'm wrapped by an algae sea
isn't life hilarious
all those squelching demons
riding belching sea monsters
all those biblical sermons
all those prophetic pranksters
but here we all are
no longer shackled
yet floundering in a putrid sea
now having reached a welcome beach
a glorified youthful spring
hidden like a sacred fountain
in time we all should realize
we must rise up like a mountain
life must be courageously tackled
if living can be divinely humanized
perhaps one day we'll all be free
 

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