Fruits of Insanity

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?

Prompt 20
the week of December 13

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