#868875 added December 19, 2015 at 7:17pm Restrictions: None
Mirage
Tell me, dear child, sitting on your machine like a knight on his elephant, what do you see? I see an explorer from a realm of light with gold at her back. I see a rock rising like a hand holding a gem. I see a drum before her, resting on its side. I see a tail, or a path, or is that hair? I see birds flying into the sun like vultures, ready to tear it apart in bloody strips and gulp it down. I see peace in your face. I see a companion, who stares into a distant unknown—but not the same one. Maybe he has found the past. I see fields of fire and a tree of smoke. But I don’t see the story yet. It lurks past the edge of dreaming, in your eyes. So tell me, you who are heading toward an impossible future, what do you see?
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