Black Smoker

Scalding heat
Devoid of light
Noxious chemicals
But devoid of life,
No!

The black smoke carries nutrients,
The heat, fighting the numbing cold of the depth
An ecosystem abounds in this dark oasis,

My moods are dark, brooding,
Dragging me down to the depths,
But like the extremophiles
That surf the hot volcanic ambrosia,
This dark introspection fuels me
Carrying my mood higher
As I make another attempt to help,
If only for a little while,
Then the cycle renews,
As I take another dip into
The Black Smoker

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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