To Tellus

Earth, you hang there like a pearl

Rubbed from the grit of Chaos:

What are you good for?

You gape like the white of my eye

Cataract-clouded

Into infinite depths:

What do you see?

You were cast in the oyster of Space

Bastard of an ignorant energy

Obeying laws that wrote themselves:

So I’ve heard.

You trace your silent orbit

Like a beggar riding the subway

Unravelling my dreams with each revolution:

Where are you going?

You celebrate a deity of gas

With a fellowship of dead planets

And the way you hang there like a blind clock in an empty room,

It haunts me.

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