Vir Bonus Meus, Ecce Aquae Calidae! O Quid Vita Bulliens, Hic Est!
Marciel Atopodmas, De Rebus Simplicibus Vitae
O bubbling clarity, shimmering and smoking before me!
O burning cloud, a suspended soaring breath marching
Off, a brisk cascade showered skyward, birthed monstrously!
For here, silver wreathed, does the life giver show its life,
Foam, bubbly and frothy, not dead airy graves lining stagnant waves
Fires broil the flood, steam seethes through the tongues
Yet neither ebbs; the stoic spirit, the consumer absorbed
Yet rages; with a cool humor, the saturator contained
Yet surges—annihilation foiled, the essences contrasted are inspired.
Their animosity quenched lets life thrive amidst cupped ashes—
Though remaining there, a substantial titan shall lurk, a burg
Threatening: thus gaze aside that the old geyser gushes anew
Mist belched supreme above a simmered creator, bears ostentatiously
Moistened breath, splashing away shrill, calls a bard over
Murmur bursting, screaming as steam cries a ballad out.