Illicit But Indulge Not Comments

lied we lied on the floor of sand hunting eagle pierced the clarity Screaming can sometimes be breathlessness misunderstood as passion.Its when burden ducks the legacy of ducking the assumed ductile senses of humanly wants-non sequituur-a vivid explanation here illicit secrets are truths hiding or hoodwinked at when lies are bulldozered again and again

Are you talking about the volcanic eruption in the sea? That is all I can figure at this moment after reading this poem for the first time! Nice! Beautiful!