Saturday, September 17, 2011

2.137 : 9/17/05 : Jasper

I can taste the iron
lichens that grew
for a thousand years and faded
suspended in raw veins
slaked with lime
oceanic pressure
for uncounted time
speckled and clotted
mixed and swirled
in every brick of earth
another fantastic world
a history of life and death
a wholly other eon
jasper rising once again
in rust and chalk and neon

What is the song of the day?
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