.o~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~o.
<~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ THE GEM ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~>
'o~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~o'
My attention is drawn, though I know not why.
Over there. It feels right.
Scraping. Gently now. Impatience battles care.
Chip, chip, chip.
A crack, a fissure, a rend, a tear! Fragments crumble to my feet.
What lies here under the dust?
Dull yet magnificent in the dark; full of promise.
My long search is over. Things will change! I turn to go.
Unless--my attention is drawn.
Maybe one more. Over there.
The faulted rock above my head looks on, unimpressed.
~Dreamweaver~
Aug, 2011
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