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Livana pokes at the streambankAuthor's Notes
with the point of her tool,
knocking loose a tiny artifact
into her sample cup.
Around her ankles, the stream
flows on, undisturbed by her presence,
murmuring to itself as it meanders
around stones and over sand.
This poem came from the September 2012 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from Layla Lawlor. It can be sponsored for $10 or 10 Torn World credits.
People in the Empire don't fully understand the Upheaval yet, so there's a lot that doesn't make sense to them when they try to study the remaining evidence. That makes science more of a challenge. This poem shows some of the clues that are baffling them. I picked erosion because it's a ubiquitous phenomenon that packs a lot of information and would really show some weird results in this context.
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