Ode to hot water

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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.