If I Were The Earth

If I were the earth

I would probably spin in the wrong direction.

Too afraid to ask mars, I’d lose my sense of gravity

and revolve with pluto on axis z in relation to the sun,

Too far and too slow,

the burning and bright would forget me.

Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall,

unrelenting in time,

unbearably constant,

because I’d lost my way.

If I were the earth,

the oceans would ravage more land.

For when the moon would smile,

my winds would excitedly turn,

uncontrollably the waves would reach new heights,

jumping towards the moon.

The moon, my love,

hurricanes, tsunamis, and shipwrecking storms.

The mountains would grow,

jutting out of soggy dirt,

sharp and lethal,

icy and dangerous.

They would slice into the ozone layer,

past the moon and towards the stars they stretch,

from my heart which they’ve impaled,

to beyond comprehension.

Timeless as I could be,

I would’ve learned few lessons from stagnant lakes and immortal tarpits.

history in seconds, moments in centuries.

Fossils buried beneath my skin

and hot magma blood,

bubbling with seething anticipation,

burning through my bones,

to where it settles, cold lava scars, new land and new hopes.

If I were the Earth,

I’d spin on my given axis too fast,

revolutions slow, rotations quick.

I’d lose my sense of reality

while I watch Jupiter and Mercury sway in different dimensions.

So I’d spin faster to try and keep up,

faster, quicker, supersonic,

like mad.

Trivial actions to produce false and misguided information.

Unable to cease these rapid speeds of increasing disorientation,

unraveling,

I’d lose my atmosphere,

chaotic conditions.

Without such an invisible layer of protection,

I slowly, in terrific shock,

become wrapped in silence,

and eternal perpetual motion,

better,

faster,

gone.

Author's Note

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