My heart now,
decades older,
so easily dies
from raging fire
to the coldest
and blackest
of coals,
following the course of entropy
(its laws revealed to me in high school science),
settling in this
stable place of unrest,
its true nature
the inertia of comets.
While below,
in my stomach now,
rages a stormy ocean
pummeling the fiery lands,
spewing the slimiest
most putrid
sludge ever seen –
products of Death,
ashes and water
mixed together.
Once a volcano,
I am now a humble
Mountain,
praying for Nature
to make me new again.