THE WELL OF WORDS

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

This well of words

holds no more water-

it is deep

musty

dry

with nothing to nourish

its flow…

it has come to a standstill

seemingly useless-

we must dig deeper

deeper

into the mystery

into the depths of the earth

where underground rivers

flow through fantastic caverns

of violet crystal stalactites

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stalagmites

and waterfalls

thundering

through the blackness

their mist nourishing

cool pale fungi

and mosses

and blind

sightless beasts

wandering the bowels

of the earth

will come forth to sing

their unheard songs

by fathomless black lakes…

THB3

 

 


 

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