EARTHQUAKE

It was onus of creativity
That fired my imagination.
When the earth in its womb was shuffling its plates;
Crumbling and spilling, peaks and the ink of mightier pen.
By quirk vagaries mine,
I entwined sight and mind, both;
To place all earthy inhabitants on clouds wafting directions, four;
Untouched by dark fear and shrill cry;
And to became a norm.