Universes melding

Old instincts are awakening,
waves vapour into steam,
set of volcanos erupting,
new land is being built.

Be a mountain, I command!
Be useful to flowers grow.
We don't set the time to start,
we don't know how it ends.

Harsh ashes and acid smell
is getting out of my pours,
I feel the colors disappearing.

Gasps from your metallic voice,
uttering wild aluminium screams,
bending until something got to give.

I feel you in my heart,
you say you feel me from inside,
these two worlds must collide.