Scanning the horizon,
these mountains are higher.
Standing stock still,
the stars move.
Unfamiliar, strange sediments,
unusual strata; water lapping.
these mountains are higher.
Standing stock still,
the stars move.
Unfamiliar, strange sediments,
unusual strata; water lapping.
Something scatters,
shadows following the contours,
pulsing and swaying,
simulating life.
Light shifts, leaving an impression.
A dent in the fabric of my consciousness.
By Alan Dickie
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