Exuding mass
and volume of
overwhelming
magnitude,
it sits there patiently.
It’s all we can do
to gaze at its ominous
majesty on clear
days. At any given
moment, its
frosted body
could erupt.
Unacquainted terror.
—N.A.
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
Exuding mass
and volume of
overwhelming
magnitude,
it sits there patiently.
It’s all we can do
to gaze at its ominous
majesty on clear
days. At any given
moment, its
frosted body
could erupt.
Unacquainted terror.
—N.A.