You hold the earth suspended
A sphere so small
It sinks
into a whirl of stars
which shrinks
in company of untouched swirls
to disappear
amid a tractless sea of galaxy
For who can mark it's edges?
Or conjure up an image?

This all flowed out from Ancient mouth
who lives like New each day
He told the sun it's striking place
the moon it's place to stay
And on and on, the suns do spin
the moons bathe dust in light
With fire in the morning
and milk the food of night
He asks them all to sing again
to dance with all their might
til they have shaken my own house
and fulfilled the earth's delight