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Rotational Poem of the Day
Earth Tremor
Bursting on the other side of the soil in the small hours of the morning, the bubble of disruption brings into sleep, a message for everyone:
new lovers acknowledge it as the deep gurgling of change, promising heaven for sure, unimagined obstacles probably, and after that, maybe distant disaster;
prophets and misers embrace what seems to them the circle's completion, and smile serenely picturing a tidal bore swamping their world and their enemies';
scientists not asleep, as it turns out plot another spot on their charts and prepare to explain importunately that these things happen, in point of fact, all the time...
but most of us just feel a jerk in our dreams: an intimation of uncertainty, an image perhaps of a steep drop or an engine starting,
while cups in kitchens rattle like ringing alarms. Forthcoming in Fire
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