Valley
of Confusion,
Great Podzolic Abyss
monstrous nymphaea of nature
eternal and in each direction.
like mountain-walls or whole
ranges
framing a valley in the taiga.
within the valley
the
mother of nothing sleeps
like her own baby sleeps
the sleep which never existed.
and outward its center, a tongue
ever-digging, ever-spinning
into and through the crust of
the earth.
rich with mineral and phosphorus,
covered though in strong webs and
silks―
as to cloud, defend its
heart.
enormous hole! valley of
confusion.
it opens now slowly,
like gates open,
like a black gate opening.
bare now,
a
great and podzolic abyss
under the wind-throw of
Yggdrasil,
its roots are no longer alive.
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