to something like the staid solidity
I'm used to, and my consciousness more noun
than verb, under my feet the earth turned free
and liquid for a moment. Suddenly
the tilt of polar axis could be seen;
the house pitched sideways like a ship at sea.
I gasped and clutched the doorjamb, turning green,
when, just as quickly, everything grew still:
angles were thrown back perpendicular,
and Gravity asserted his one skill.
Less time than thought, and things were as they were.
Except that afterward it seemed to me
Prudent to view things more suspiciously.
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