Trickle thick in liquid seeping
Coating throats of windy wars
Dream the dream of never sleeping
through the molten cores

This world is forming, swarming out
In liquid shores of warming spouts
That torment through the rocky crusts
Of loathing, fear and never trusting
all the bloating nearness thrust
By noble gusts and power winds
And marble misty showers in
The hours of the final days
Before the sun breaks through in rays