19 Dylan Grundstrom Sitting still The ground moves beneath me Steady and solid becomes shaky and uneasy I grasp my surroundings to brace for the worst of it Earthquakes can only fade away after the worst arrives A four becomes a five quickly Jumping to a six, seven, eight even faster Reaching a nine as everything around me begins to collapse Picture frames, old clothes, jewelry, books, silverware, and glasses all clutter or shatter The worst is over, is it not? Finally, opening my eyes I realize The tremors came not from the Earth But within me All of my belongings kept where they were Besides one glass I reach for it But before I can return it It shatters on the floor As I look at my hand Trembling beyond measure The tremors shake me to my core tremors
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