abyss
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That Which Remains Buried
I live withthe nagging feelingthat there remainsburied within me(not far from the surface–like a hastily interred body,in a dollar-store grave)something I thoughtwas dead,that wants–nay, needs–to come out,not to resurrect,but to be given a proper burial. Whatever the identityof this corpse,it's… Continue reading
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The Abyss
He stands at the edge,in his head believingthat the plungewill not kill him,will, in fact,free him. Yet his heart quakes;blood rises to his face;heart pounds;breath comes shallow and fast. "Thar be monsters,"he has heard,monsters that loom large in the dark,yet… Continue reading
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Invitation
I follow the pathand step, without hesitation,into the beautiful abyss,where, like a snow-laden cloudor a silver-winged dove,I drifton the updraftsof grace. Follow me. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading