Figure C11 HOLLOW
We tread a fungous lawn as the wind dies.
The surface? No, but see a cavern vast,
A world inverse, with continental skies,
But not the shapes we know, for here the past
Of Earth survives: the saurians, the last
Of ancient Mu and of Atlantis proud.
Baluchitheria take their high repast
From ginkgo-trees. A twilight without cloud,
Low palaces beneath the starless heaven’s shroud.