Saturday, July 08, 2006

8/7/06

THIS DAY LAST YEAR

Jodrell Bank distant, watching over climbers here on the peak edge - clambering the soap-bar shaped rock formations patterned red/yellow/green with moss; the edge reflecting itself in every part -

'You are always seeking knowledge,' she says as we ascend - as she does I spot metallic coated beetles gathering on a slab of rock, milling in spirals -

Communication across immense distances both on and off the planet; these white discs dominate the landscape - giant soup tureens, blood cells, plate techtonics, saucers, slabs of bone (scapulae maybe?), robots, vitreous tears standing on opposing stout legs, blisters - all clean, clear, unnaturally so in comparison to the hefty, dark exposed blocks of basalt and granite here, eroded by the action of water and air, by trees and roots - polar opposites sharing space -

They might prove factions, some antagonistic pull, capable of constant battle?

I was going to see her, if I could, straining to get away; the satellites moored between two peaks named Lesser and Greater, both tough to climb. I thought she might be on top of one.

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