the wizard of welchlandia

goes to a place

deep

underground

where magic manifests

in his eyes

overriding

written rules

in welchlandia

power grows

vanishing

in hidden air

grabbed, by higher hands

climbing

clawing

where the air is thin

stepping over

stepping down

finding it difficult to breathe

they’re dying

with superior sight, up there

but the wizard of welchlandia

breathes it in

the hidden element

where volcanic power

nurtures his green ideas

from black fire soil

deep

under

the mountains of madness.

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