The earth shudders, its maw yawns,
the ridges pleat, and lift me, rise, attain transcendent supremacy.
Boulders wrench themselves from the landscape.
Now running, I dodge the masonry of the earth,
Hang onto ledges, reach the summit.
All
Ceases.
Stillness.
I wonder at the ruined macrocosm,
destroyed, but not desolate.
Soon new life will emerge,
and the earth's cycle, continue.
(this is by me)
I like how creative, and playful you are with words. The vocab is awesome, and I like how the poem works on the whole.
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