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Earthen Romance

Land, time, and beginning. 

The earth, volcanic, above a center.
Shifting as plates abduct. 

Claiming at once, her own territories
A new age, with organized shelving.

The Eros of landscape...

Ether blunders can't happen.
Finite forms are rampant.

Lucky she may be,
to have found a fresh attraction,

Reciprocated through perfected action.

Until He changes again, over and over.

The new air in these enhancements,
as the Earth moves to help,

Reaching only of infinite direction.
The understudies of male erection. 

Death only in a reaping with walls,
Buried alive, and no place to crawl.

Dividing new lands among us then,
and preparing a body.

Primitive?
She naught. Jurassic stands in feet and inches.
To remain alive at the signs of cosmic fringes.

The particulate of findings; tiny forms as they were.
Measuring time through peeling frames,
and separating it again.

A subtle hue of solstice,
and history prevails again.
To keep her moving, positively 
A dance amid expansion.

The natural selection in Geology




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