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High above the ocean,
awash in
the frail sun, laved by
black currents,
this island in the NASA
chain falls
about the world like a
metal stone
flung by human gods.
All for
now is calm. No one
needs mention
the hubris of this Icarian
assault upon
the firmament, or fear
that combers
of fire or tectonic forces
may eventually
shake apart or kindle the
bright toy,
causing it to founder. Below,
patient,
the blue earth musters
its tidal
beck, and waits.