GRAVITY by Andrea Jackson
The mountain is stiff from straining to hold itself up and together and not dribble down its own sides in pebbles and clots , big and little boulders , all racing toward level ground , every last particle in love with the center of the earth and bent on pursuing its passion at the cost of its very existence until all that is left is a field of rubble every particle of which still presses itself close to the beloved Mother Earth . And the mountain as a whole is no stranger to that love , that draw of the red hot center of Earth – tall and stiff it clings , at its base , to the crust of Earth like a great mouth sucking , hungry for that central fire .
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