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A still-Volcano-Life-
That flickered in the night-
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight-
A quiet-Earthquake Style-
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples-
The North cannot detect
The Solemn-Torrid-Symbol-
The lips that never lie-
Whose hissing Corals part-and shut-
And Cities-ooze away-