In the Crater ~ part 3

I hear a breaking sound
it sounds like bones breaking
The rocks are splintering in the deepest shadows
The Sun is setting beyond the lip
I guess that must be West
The bowl that is in darkness is cracking
and popping and . . . grinding I guess

In the dark
Tendrils curl up out of the earth
Dark smoky coils of darkness
Writhing up and twisting
like worms in a dead eye
A dark forest
Some twine around each other
some stand alone
They are all wriggling
and squirming
Undulating in waves
And my hand passes right through them
This is somehow comforting

I wonder if they are some alien
Life form that fell out of the sky
Nourished by the asteroid debris
that impregnated the earth
But unable to cope with the native elements

Has rain ever filled this crater
Wait a second
It has rained here
The water soaked directly into the ground
there were no puddles

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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