You have taken me south and high
to the rain forests of Pele'
deep in the burning mists of creation.
I have stood perched on these cloud heights
rimmed against the mantle of unknown oceans.
Oh blue is your East, Hawaii,
Wrap me in time and rainy weeks.
I am dying in her rainy beauty, Eastern Hawaii.
I am living against the lava fields and lines of power,
Perpendicular to what I call body.
I now lurk in this deep starless land and cold heights of snow.
I dream in the East,
Yet lie in the bluest West.
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