On an anxious plain.  Water beads get fat and round.
Threatening a race to the equator.

Bulbs scream under the crust
Babies with weightless footsteps

circle suspicious seams and the dream
of valves and mysterious passages

If there were a moon
It would plummet as ten trillion blue comets

Were there oceans they would rise an automatic
body of salt bones and steam

We are Ether and Human as the same one time
filled with light and immortal