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A poem about nervous wakefulness at 3:44am

edge of bed, eyes red
wide open, chest clenched

odd perch, gums parched
cliff edged, fingers arched

tight spring, coiled shame
hollow shout, choice pain

A poem about some bats I saw under a road bridge on the river Tame

Wings whip the day sore.
And growing in dusk
the bat’s shadowplay on the moon

To fade into view then to gloom.
Twilight mayflies, catching in glances
blurred whispers made of cloud

over river, sky masters, proud.
To feed on fuzzing bug haze
take bridge-belly for a womb

When people acknowledge your existance.

(From Fuan no Tane by Masaaki Nakayama.)

Some more SU speculations

Garnet is transforming into a gem monster as shown by her increased power, size, number of eyes and her violent outbursts.

More andrognyous if not outright male lookings gems are likely to appear at some point. As are nonhumanoid gems that occupy the middleground between Garnet and outright monsters.

The gem’s weapons and temple rooms were created by Rose. Lion is another one of Rose’s constructs and it’s as strong as a gem. Steven’s shield ability is an imitation of what the gems do, but he could also make more complex things like rose did.

Steven might be unskilled, but he’s the strongest crystal gem. On top of the ability to shape shift and summon a weapon, he has high level healing powers and hard light constructs at his disposal.

The crystals special adventage over other gems is probably their ability to combine. Fusion might be a taboo for gems and/or extremely difficult to pull off. The crystals have been fighting together for centuries and they still find it hard to get on with each other.

There are/were many more crystal gems than the five we know of. Our gems might not have even been the first on earth.

Rose/Steven=Goku/Gohan.

Some steven universe speculation

The huge power gap between Lapis and the crystal gems makes me wonder about their place in gem society.

Lapis was strong, but there was no indication that she was some kind of legendary gem. The crystals must be low class warriors; bardock types.

They likely make up for their lack of ability through using tools/martial training.

Lapis’s elemental abilities were overwhelming even when used in an unfocused way, but the gems have to rely on technique, use of the enviroment and teamwork to win battles.

The crystals are the weak reject gems banding together in order to survive, while stronger gems are likely loners.

Rose was probably a higher up sort that fell from grace. An injury could have led to this (do her closed eyes indicate blindness?). Compassion would have drawn her to the crystals as well. 

I’d guess that the crystal’s purpose is the protection of other planet/lifeforms from the excesses of other gems. Hence their dubious reputation.

A figure from the new world surveys the ruins of St Pauls from a broken London Bridge.

A 19th century view of the future dreamt up by Thomas Macauly and animated by the engravings of Gustave Dore.

A figure from the new world surveys the ruins of St Pauls from a broken London Bridge.

A 19th century view of the future dreamt up by Thomas Macauly and animated by the engravings of Gustave Dore.

The Diary of Mr Poynter 1919

"James Denton, not yet inclined for bed, sat him down in an arm-chair and read for a time. Then he dozed, and then he woke, and bethought himself that his brown spaniel, which ordinarily slept in his room, had not come upstairs with him. Then he thought he was mistaken: for happening to move his hand which hung down over the arm of the chair within a few inches of the floor, he felt on the back of it just the slightest touch of a surface of hair, and stretching it out in that direction he stroked and patted a rounded something. But the feel of it, and still more the fact that instead of a responsive movement, absolute stillness greeted his touch, made him look over the arm. What he had been touching rose to meet him. It was in the attitude of one that had crept along the floor on its belly, and it was, so far as could be collected, a human figure. But of the face which was now rising to within a few inches of his own no feature was discernible, only hair. Shapeless as it was, there was about it so horrible an air of menace that as he bounded from his chair and rushed from the room he heard himself moaning with fear: and doubtless he did right to fly. As he dashed into the baize door that cut the passage in two, and — forgetting that it opened towards him — beat against it with all the force in him, he felt a soft ineffectual tearing at his back which, all the same, seemed to be growing in power, as if the hand, or whatever worse than a hand was there"

The SL-1 reactor incident

"3 January 1961: A reactor explosion (attributed by a Nuclear Regulatory Commission source to sabotage) at the National Reactor Testing Station in Idaho Falls, Idaho, killed one navy technician and two army technicians, and released radioactivity "largely confined" (words of John A. McCone, Director of the Atomic Energy Commission) to the reactor building. The three men were killed as they moved fuel rods in a "routine" preparation for the reactor start-up. One technician was blown to the ceiling of the containment dome and impaled on a control rod. His body remained there until it was taken down six days later. The men were so heavily exposed to radiation that their hands had to be buried separately with other radioactive waste, and their bodies were interred in lead coffins."
- http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/rlmckinl.htm

Fear the Batmen

Witch Demdike

"She confessed that, about twenty years ago, as she was coming home from begging, she was met near Gouldshey, in the Forest of Pendle, by a spirit of devil in the shape of a boy, the one half of his coat black and the other brown, who told her to stop and said that if she would give him her soul, she would have anything she wished for.

She asked his name, and was told ‘Tib’. She consented, from the hope of gain, to give him her soul.

For several years she had no occasion to make any application to her evil spirit; but one Sunday morning, having a little child upon her knee, and she being in a slumber, the spirit appeared to he in the likeness of a brown dog., and forced himself upon her knee, and begun to suck blood under her left arm, on which she exclaimed, ‘Jesus! Save me!’ and the brown dog vanished, leaving her almost stark mad for eight weeks.

On another occasion she was led, being blind, to the house of Richard Baldwin, to obtain payment for the services her daughter had performed at his mill, when Baldwin fell into a passion, and bid them to get off his ground, calling them ‘whores and witches’ and saying he would burn the one and hang the other.

On this, Tib appeared, and they concerted matters to revenge themselves on Baldwin; how, is not stated.”

From Lancashire Folklore, 1882 
John Harland and T.T. Wilkinson.

Witch Demdike

"She confessed that, about twenty years ago, as she was coming home from begging, she was met near Gouldshey, in the Forest of Pendle, by a spirit of devil in the shape of a boy, the one half of his coat black and the other brown, who told her to stop and said that if she would give him her soul, she would have anything she wished for.

She asked his name, and was told ‘Tib’. She consented, from the hope of gain, to give him her soul.

For several years she had no occasion to make any application to her evil spirit; but one Sunday morning, having a little child upon her knee, and she being in a slumber, the spirit appeared to he in the likeness of a brown dog., and forced himself upon her knee, and begun to suck blood under her left arm, on which she exclaimed, ‘Jesus! Save me!’ and the brown dog vanished, leaving her almost stark mad for eight weeks.

On another occasion she was led, being blind, to the house of Richard Baldwin, to obtain payment for the services her daughter had performed at his mill, when Baldwin fell into a passion, and bid them to get off his ground, calling them ‘whores and witches’ and saying he would burn the one and hang the other.

On this, Tib appeared, and they concerted matters to revenge themselves on Baldwin; how, is not stated.”

From Lancashire Folklore, 1882 
John Harland and T.T. Wilkinson.