Invisible Earth
I can’t see the Earth
but I feel it move
without me
as I fall
through
a rip in space
a hole in time
down to the center
to watch it
explode.
There is a woman,
Margaret,
beside me
on a train
without tracks
traveling a highway
along brightly lit
electric lights
Egyptian Reds
and Indian Blues
streaming by
outside the window
leading straight
into her beautiful
pagan eyes.
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