The Quaking Earth
The quaking earth
Trembles underneath me,
Cracking the sturdy ground
On which I stand.
I am shaken by this—
Roused completely—
To watch a tearing space
Lift from the land.
Below, a molten glow
Begins to burst
Forth, igniting
The deep, confined darkness
Into a frenzied blast.
I am immersed.
The jet-stream current
Of concealed, noxious
Fumes are purged
From the splitting, poisoned soil.
New minerals
Push outward from the core,
Up the mantle
To the sky and recoil
Like a heavy rain
Down upon the floor.
I fall into this volcanic fissure
To re-solidify my composure.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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