what you supposed was the Earth is a pond
soaking years of dreams to a dull hour
till animals' sapphire eyes' source is
wet as stars and guillotine melodies
they're out with the unnumbered,
smiles there run miniscule & fine,
shadows beneath eyelashes remain crust
it's said, of the paper beneath their fingertips,
that not all that's white shines,
there's earth and there's Earth
one contains the other right off
and the other bides its time
this is the beast swallowing its own tale
dust from the beast's lamp is on your doorstep
what lives in the dust eats what falls from your mouth
shadows are wearing places more and more these days
would detail scent them tight to their berths,
the Earth's debris the earth buds alive, and shake
them in droves into the pond your nods couldn't place
your filth their own look breaking through the crust
the Earth's rocks forcing earth to bury the Coming Expand
thus covered & renamed The Ago Motion... miniscule? fine.
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