Life is a set of structures, the tree and the lizard Spellbound, ocean water, deep blue sleep Furnace inferno blazing securely The earth (hear how it whispers!) trips its swift ellipses Explosion The sweet air takes on any shape that it wants to I can't change at all, however much I want to Side by side, peaceful until Anger's formless substance explodes in our faces Explosion Who can subdue the ocean's heaving power? Who can return lava to the volcano? Who can deliver me from the prospect Of strictures and structures and futures whitout futures? Explosion