Monday, 14 March 2011


Outside, the eye of the world blinked, and blinked again.
There came a sound from deep, deep, deep,
Like the tearing of centuries.
The oceans ran,
Heedless they flowed
Fleeing from the rippling, shaking, tearing
From deep, deep, deep.
The eye of the world, blinked.
It saw aeons and seconds intertwine.
Life flowed, and gathered and wept.
The eye of the world blinked,
And life carried on,
Brief, ephemeral, broken and beautiful.

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