The
ruins of red brick and stone
just
above the surface of Loch Ness;
I
stared out into the mist
hanging
over the water.
I walk
down to the shore, by the edge;
I
was drawn back in time.
She
was out there, but invisible to me;
I
sensed her presence,
hidden
in the fog, of time,
the
peated deep,
the
enlightened “reality” of science.
How
sad for us all.
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edited April 21, 2015
Urughart – v2
2/25/06 19:05
Urughart
Standing on the edge of Loch Ness, 1999
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