The Earth Is Round
The Earth Is Round — 11/13/11
The Earth is round.
The sky,
matte black and endless,
interrupted by chaotic masses
of gravity and gas
permanence; eruptions
and emergence in the cosmos.
The Earth is round.
The scale,
its orbit a flywheel invisible,
emanating an everglow;
auburn sunbeams engulfing
moon’s pale eyeline
apropos the dance of satellites.
The Earth is round.
The sight,
a bloody revolution
vouchsafed in souls; the
mossy center of the universe
belongs to the ant,
his heart a mold.
The Earth is ground.
The sand,
founder of things,
a shifting sea;
mind, its own –
a looking-glass
into vast spaces.
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