samtale og svar

An oceanic call and response.

     Waves pound upon the sands, echoing from the sandy cliffs hugging the coastline.

Red spires peek from beyond primal, scrambly rocks,

majestically spanning conquered currents.

There! A wave? No. A geyser. Puffs of white hot gas, cool breath, life.

Sound punctures the blue-green water,

sharp and quick.

Sentience.

Elders teaching New Ones the art of breathing

what lies above the separation, the change of texture,

the rift between worlds, the heaviness:

the Membrane of elements.

Squeals of delight echo from the sandy cliffs hugging the coastline.

Excitation and accomplishment.

The Elders hurry the day’s lessons. There will be another day

to learn the art of slyptyrck.

“Perhaps. Hard darkness surfs the Membrane more and more,

coughing sickness into our world. Their sharp fins hurt our babies.”

Knowing glances slowly bounce among the Elders.

Sound punctures water, waves roar.

Silence returns.

An oceanic call and response.

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