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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Monday, February 21, 2011

First Hike 2011

snow pushed across a frozen lake,
like sand across a desert,
bright white light blinds,
wind sends shivers down our spines,
and still we trek across this crystallized world,

all for the love of science.

We
set out to crack the ice,
used an ekman dredge device
and pulled up some cold macrophytes.

We
analyze samples and we may find,
with carbon dating, keep in mind,
this sediment may be quite senescent,
its history likely reminiscent
of slowly melting glaciers.


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2 comments:

  1. Matt DFebruary 24, 2011 at 11:04 PM

    You used "macrophytes" in a poem. I'm gushing.

    Green with envy. Lovely words. :)

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  2. UnknownFebruary 27, 2011 at 9:55 PM

    Hi Matt! Sometimes my science just oozes through into the poetry a bit. Usually it doesn't work, but I liked this enough to post it. Thank you!

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