Quake

The birds knew. They heard Earth thinking about a shift, a shrug. They repaired to the stability of air, where

they might rest assured on fine individual engineering. On alleged ground, in our immense, inappropriate

structures, we were by comparison large in our self-regard though miniature in our soon-to-be shaking skin. Solid ground

is a compelling myth. Our material condition is liquid when it isn't vaporous or vacuous. Our feet knew. They felt

Earth pass under us in squirts and waves. The planet is pieces and paste. It is going somewhere, we’re on it, and that is that.