in the storm from the ash and smoke, the dragon comes down
seeking her approval , The koi Present their beauty,
Each scale reflecting a lifetime of choices
A colony of consciousness rejecting the simulation
Abandoning Cities of soot and sunder
Projecting through her shell, she announces:
welcome home time tourist ; warmth waiting inside.
She proclaims:
Where is the proof that you are awake?
The nose squeaks and whimpers dreaming the future sorrow of the end
Speaking in echoes across the void,
To the gathering shapes below
A smiling sloth seeks shining light speaking deliberately slow:
- with these lips, calling out to those who listen.
-with these toes exploring unknown forces
-With these fingers shaping flame into something new,
Waking once again,
Squinting through murky fluid
Breathing through the long long stem
holding the seed tightly in teeth
Swarming schools of color
Circling once more
The original words form.
Solidifying the diving force
Dripping cold life
Smiling just because.
The bright koi are anything but coy
The sound of the coming train brings them to the surface to show off their beauty in exchange for richness pellets
Grayness spreads slowly until the shadow fills all available space
