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Groundwater Resurrection
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Groundwater Resurrection |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass 
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Groundwater Resurrection Water hovers down below my house; ten feet underground this desert is a swamp. I hear it seeping all through the pale night, sense the churn as it blindly seeks the moon. Sometimes I go there, down where the ghosts of swamp things rummage endless in the silt; I smell their sulfur sweat, listen aghast to the clack and tumble of nonexistent claws laced into the cries of feathered things whose kind no human ever heard. I own the spring dry grass up there and some of the roots; I do not own these things. Their sump plunges on until the cubic miles of silt founder on shelves of black basalt. Flat streams of it meander down, down; They grease the sliding stones along our local vestige of the San Andreas. Underground I know the value of extinction. It would be better for me to stay above; still I come, though I do not know what I am seeking here. Would I merely gloat and feel the past, or look through eyes of dread toward an outline of the future? There is no horror in these things; their time exists, as plain as this one: any quantum grain lies at the center of eternity, and is time to go home. [This message has been edited by Ratleader (03-27-2005 09:37 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed Yes, yes!!! I know this place! /pip/Forum82/HTML/000730.html I know the wonder of it and the fear of it too, just like you. Thank you for writing it....as you are probably closer to it then I.  |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Sometimes I go there, down where the ghosts of swamp things rummage endless in the silt; I smell their sulfur sweat, listen aghast to the clack and tumble of nonexistent claws laced into the cries of feathered things whose kind no human ever heard." Oh my, but I felt as if I had stepped inside the hot springs near Mammoth with this write! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
don't you wonder where home is, sometimes? What it's like, and if life is so miraculous, can you even begin to imagine...knowing of the other plains, just maybe touching the edge of them.....amazing descriptions here.... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It would be better for me to stay above; still I come, though I do not know what I am seeking here. Would I merely gloat and feel the past, or look through eyes of dread toward an outline of the future? This is magnificent, my friend... your images are so vivid I feel I've been there. As for why... I don't think you're one to gloat or dread... but you must KNOW... not just accept the surface presentation as full truth. *S* Whatever the reason... I'm glad you took us with you. *S* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I read this yesterday and it touched me good to read it again today |
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