As to how it got quenched
I cannot tell
Except that like a vulcano
Overtaken by a rebellious tsunami
I woke up bruised
At the shores of love
When I had barely paddled to the count of ten
On its sea

Wet grounds
Wet woods
All dry matches watch
Marking abominable my territory
Taking strikes in caution
Giving up at one sight
Dry land seems lost
From where I stand

It will only take a volcano
To light my territory
Light it if you will
But grow your stick into a candle
Then a dragon fire
Then a volcano
So you are not pulled in here
Into the abominable zone
For then
We really will be buried
Buried forever
In this cold sad wet lands
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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