Suddenly all the continents slipped and fell.
A Gulliver crash; the oceans and caves snapped shut
with tyrannosaurus jaws. The moon was not well.
The sun, through a scrim of foam, peered like a child
with open wonder at adults gone wild.
Into the caves where roots crawled like glass snakes
traveled the fallers, discovering the nude source
of wombs; Medusas born from midnight brakes
glared them to stone; petrified waterfalls
froze them, and white grass rose sheer from black halls.
O ebon inscape! intestine of basalt!
Down shagreen cliffs, shinier than tinfoil
perilous with smooth swerve, thy feet default
-O plunging gambler of the scantling sod!
Here cavernous with guilt groan for your God!
No birds, but nocturnal salt tricklings
from seas; no green but all the limewhite glow
to the limp flame; here the intense mole sings
only, only the digging its song, its knell.
Suddenly all the continents slipped and fell.
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