Thursday, September 18, 2025

Iceland

 

Dark blood red rock covered with

cerulean green moss. 

A lumpy land with water cascading; 

thrumming, drumming, pounding, 

speaking eternity. Endless power

reduces me. There is my proper 

size in the universe's eyes. 


A visit to coarse black sand beaches with

dark obelisks scattered on shore and

water. Am I seeing what

happens after?  The remainder of time. 


Those thick white sheets descending 

into ragged edges.  Each form fully combined 

with power. I saw people shaken inside,

say they loved you.You gave us,

them joy. Hearing you sing echoes inside. 

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