The skies are falling and poised in their fall,
The earth is riven beneath our feet,
The stars like birds with lost, shrill call
Swirl in the air where thunders beat.
The sea is swelling, the somber tide,
Darkly arisen, towers above
Our tiny heads, and the light has died.
Here is the foothold and crevice of love.
The mad earth plunges through the night
But we lie still in a small still place
Here in the core of the furious flight,
Body to body and face to face.
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