"merely unnatural"- excerpt from my NOVELLA! "the grey welkin"
Shadow puppets come first and then, A mist conceals the landscape. Still, with a looming greyness ahead, you keep forward the wide path, encouraged by a consistent longing in the pit of your intestines but growing with a surprising sense of familiarity. With each step a sound sets in of water flowing hitting a low surface. It starts ringing like a shower stream hitting the drain and intensifies to be a downpour current. You halt; surprised the fog lifts to reveal a decline of earth that travels down to a steamy pond, so clear it reflects an iridescent sky. The steam continues to lift and to your left, a thin body of water thickens and follows the drops forming a waterfall. The wholeness of this beauty burns the skin, just as it too cleanses it. You dive into this deep bath below the ground. When you sink to the floor the vision above you is a sea of crystal but just at the surface lays the expired body of a dove with its wings surrendered its corpse is upr...