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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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