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Bubbling up to the surface
Like a long-forgotten steamer trunk
Dripping and cold from the depths below
Seaweed clinging and draped across and around
Dripping dank and cold
Yet perhaps filled with treasure

Bubbling up to the surface 
Like molten lava in a vast brimstone lake
Glowing and orange red and fiery
Spewing ropy molten stone across the landscape 
Hot and hot and hot
Yet bringing forth the wealth of the earth below

Bubbling up to the surface 
Like the life-giving waters of a spring
Flowing clear and pure and constant 
Spreading across the dry landscape
Cool and deep and placid
Yet joyful and sweet and lovely

Blazing across the sky
Like a bolt of lightning from the throne of Zeus
Shining across the deep storm's face
Leaping from the crest of one bank of clouds to another
Quick and fleeting and ephemeral 
Yet burning the mind and searing the soul

Blazing across the sky
Like the golden rays of Apollo
Spreading forth warmth and joy and light 
Shining constant energy in its munificence and benevolence 
Loving and sustaining and enlightening
Yet changing the night's contemplation to day's truth 

All living in my heart
All being in my soul
All breath in my life 
All purpose in my days

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