Mantles and skies and
heavens
let down your blood
thunder and lightning
but
continue not
with that awe of silence.
the mills
and the waters
down the hills
tumbling
green and brown
and soil
and lave red of
blood
spurted from Earth.
waters
tremors
earthquakes
floods
rivers
rising
oceans
subsiding
lands and continents
new arising
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