Bobrof Island

Five point star drawn by fire into the mirror
of the sea, just this fact is symptomatic
for that hole in the World, farther or nearer
to my idea of fun acrobatic

if I find myself at top of the conic
pyroclastic body cooled by surface winds
from southwest, over my self-cosmogonic
origin, announced through shout of joy, free wings

silhouette with mirror reflection below
underneath me to the same Bobrof Island
that fascinated me, I´d let me allow
this little piece of luck, marvelous dry land