What fire breathes beneath this crater lake?
What currents lick the shore with lazy tongue?
A volcano that has long since spent its force,
Yet steaming vents belie its dormant state.
What mild tremblings stir us from our sleep?
As Ruaumoko wakes and shakes his head.
His legendary strength still tilts the earth,
Ephemeral human structures buried deep.
What raging storms drive us underground?
In fear that all we own will soon be lost.
We wait for calm until we venture forth,
Wade through the utter chaos left behind.
What shadows lurk behind our sunlit masks?
What dreams are pushed aside until too late?
What passion dampened down to kill desire?
How many questions are there left, to ask?
Amanda Edwards (c) 2014
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