of things we earth creatures
and know little of the layers
of various forces around what
must be its churning core
on which the rest is hoisted
outward by accretion and resistance
until the distant lights come on
along the harbor of a golden sky
and the wind sweeps through us
and we can see the molten sea
at the center of our planet
through which our souls must pass
after death has done her damnedest
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