qarrtsiluni

there is a crack
in the green moor edged
with white limestone

the air it breathes
out is cool it is
deep fresh and you may go

through it by tunnel in
breathing darkness to deep
basin caves which are

theaters of mime in gold-brown
rock which have mounds
fantastic built drop

by limestone drop over
aeons and when your thought
stands back thousands

of years you see
this roiling stone
dreamscape is cover for ancient

catastrophe for gargantuan
rock-fall
the bleeding and the moan now

stilled the splinters
smoothed and high
many feet high

above your head there is another
earth-crack and the sky is blue and on the moor a lark
is singing

by Nic Sebastian

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