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Tarn

A mountain tarn, a deep-water eye, high and blackly gleaming. A scramble down slippery scree to look within, then a tingling apprehension of being too close to an unbalanced footing, one that is a lip between tilting ground and an entrance to nowhere. I can't say what I expect to see, not the bottom of a mountain, a dazzling sky-window, or the depth of my soul perhaps. What I see there, quickly buries a teetering image into a fear-fall. Grains of time, tumble rootless into my mind, imbedding themselves in each drop of sweat. Dizzily I grapple back up, the whiskers of my beard stretching toward a pebble that was not yet tumbling into a directionless creation, or a momentary extinction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note: A 'Tarn' is a mere (lake), atop a high mountain. It seemingly has no inlet or outlet. "Sree' is an unstable shale that tends to slip under foot.

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