My life goes crust to core.
explain
my skin my voice my hair, I.
My crust. hard and rugged, rivers flowing,
valleys blooming.
My people and love and life walk here.
And sometimes earthquakes rock me and volcanoes spew my magma.
what is in your mantle
Hot.
swirling and pushing and molding my crust.
inside i am
pressurized,
liable to errupt.
the minerals here closer
to what i really am.
and your core?
in nature:
inhuman, immortal and intangible
in being:
I Dont Know What It Is.
I,
The Globe,
am floating out in space.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
My life goes crust to core.
explain
my skin my voice my hair, I.
My crust. hard and rugged, rivers flowing,
valleys blooming.
My people and love and life walk here.
And sometimes earthquakes rock me and volcanoes spew my magma.
what is in your mantle
Hot.
swirling and pushing and molding my crust.
inside i am
pressurized,
liable to errupt.
the minerals here closer
to what i really am.
and your core?
in nature:
inhuman, immortal and intangible
in being:
I Dont Know What It Is.
I,
The Globe,
am floating out in space.
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