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Hot Spring

by Adam Sass

Seethes –
Unsated in the act,
Becomes seething.

Raging in its rock orbit
Edged in yellow rime,
Selves forth vapor
From fire’s fissure:
Dead eggs and lost time.

Called skyward
From this sulfur skull,
This caul,
To veer, writhe, run –

I knew your like once,
But he’s gone.