Crust moves, Earth-grooves, Jurassic pace
orbiting, spinning, winning annual race
sun streaks along axis, galactic arm
Milky Way hurtles away
from its collective farm
Infinite universe expands
under universal demand
I land on my back, dreamland,
earthbound in my remand
knowing nothing’s ever still.
My second still poem for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. I normally try not to go to the same well twice in a row during NaPoWriMo, but I’m sapped for ideas. I’m running on fumes and limping to the barn, but racking my brain is helping with my depression a bit, and I think I can make it to the end! Five more, people!
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