The earth moves
in measured paces
across the skies.
It's a predictable march
through time
but the wanton gem
of the universe
defies predictability
as she glides all night
in her shimmery, glimmery
sequined skirts
as she dances her days
swinging and swaying
as she spins through space
her waters foaming
in great swirling wakes
as she trips and trails
through the universe
my beautiful, measured unmeasured
paradoxical woman, Earth.
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