A world weighted inside my gut
pulling down,
a slow-poisoning ball of
iron, nickel – oxygen –
Oh, the surprise of oxygen,
that fast-burning catalyst
that lover of change,
hater that eats up all it sees.
Olivine, pyroxenes, garnet,
twisting like snakes,
live molten rock finding a nest
between the anatomy of ribs and gut.
My lungs are against me,
my heart wants to rest.
The tectonic world is too much to hold.
How long before it
falls.
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