vulcan dreaming

The lake of magma bubbles, the steam like angry air whips upwards and outwards in a whirlwind dance.  The liquid rock flows, pyroclastic motion and it spreads itself across the plain.  Scorching pavement.  On the outskirts of this fiery river, lookers on gaze intently at the orange and red display.  One small boy among them wonders what'd it'd be like to swim, to melt and become one with the lava, reduced to elemental ash, but preserved forever in the black and ropey stone.