The planet heaves in growing pains, as does the lover’s breast,
and, in tectonic shifting, thrusts up monumental ranges in the air,
cuts deeply beneath the salty oceans trenches in its flooded chest
where rifts appear and new material emerges to spread everywhere,
bringing up more than sentiment from within, sedimentarily manifest,
and lays down continental foundations beautiful beyond compare.

Magma flash-frozen in the seas or cooling slowing on God’s kitchen shelf,
imagines igneously the metamorphosis of its geologically adolescent self.

Whirling in the seeming void of space, the poles take on polarity,
an effect produced from the spinning of the world’s ironic core
within the fabric of life’s physics where, in a depression of gravity,
a field of planetary magnetism is produced in that megalithic bore
producing the four Directions, enforcing Integration, creating Complexity,
such that North gradually becomes aware it is South that he adores.

Magnetic North faces the dilemma that attractive South cannot be found
peering into the starry fields for what is in the polarity of his own ground.

The heat of the living planet melts old form
combining elements into new molecular alloy
such that unfamiliar arrangements become the norm
as North convulses from South’s seductive ploy –
meanwhile earth’s nurturing moon stirs up the storm
in tidal waves of passionate planetary joy.

Paternal and maternal orbs watch over in the night
the imperceptible maturing of metallurgical delight.