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