Testo Meanwhile

How do you know if a volcano is dead or just patient?
It's restless, like me
High above in the second sea
Our bathwater never cools
Meanwhile, out of the heavens
A swan plummets to earth, transfixed

Down here where the woodlice work Restless, like you
Both halves of this severed rock will crumble to sand
For if a thing can live then it can also die
Meanwhile, walk beside mе
The unretraceablе path of god's lightning back to god