Its caldera holds a lake
\nand a range of cloudy mountains
\non its rim.
\nThe sky opens like paper.
\nThere is peace in the middle
\nof its emptiness.
\nWe put our lives here
\nand walk the trails of its forest.
\nA planet burning up inside.
\nAges printing out its destiny.<\/p>\n
It is the same everywhere
\nin the heavens.
\nBeyond serenity is thunder.
\nBeyond the pearl of the moon
\nare asteroids.
\nInside our hearts is rust
\nclogging its tributaries.
\nThe most beautiful bouquets
\nare stars exploding into novas.<\/p>\n
We live between hurricane and flood,
\nbut persist in our love of beauty.
\nWhat lies beyond our souls?
\nThe Yellowstone comes back,
\ndo we?
\nAre the dreams inside us as dangerous?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Its caldera holds a lake and a range of cloudy mountains on its rim. The sky opens like paper. There is peace in the middle…<\/p>\n