SATOR singularity dome

She is ancient beauty , glowing dome in the night, 
Approaching slowly,  clawing deep impressions dragging through the muck.
To be bronzed for posterity. 
Carrying SATOR dome on her back  frozen lightning full of Lumens 
flashing winking smirks in passing. 

She looks everyone directly in the eye.
"Give me your old,  tired, and  worn.  I guarantee, in me,  a far better place;  beyond your wildest dreams.  "

The word is drafting  lonely sticks and twigs into pairs around the edges of the derelict pond. 

Retired custodians waiting to depart from polished station comfort. 

Rhinos

The rhinos stamping embers
Before smoke turns to flame

Scraping the floor

Scraping the floor,  a sharp material pierces the soft flesh of the bare foot and the kobold remembers a time with the reflection pond.

The nose sniffs the dancing light of the pool.

"I want to drink"
the kobold said in the only way it knew how.
The sound that came out was something between a gargling cough and a sigh.
GajhhhWaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

The ToadFrog sobbing response, "....I'll rub some tears on it. Tears are supposed to heal things."  Then winks one big eye before continuing with programming. 

Falling headfirst, the kobold entered the liquid light.

The pool's images created empty lungs to cry out as beating life began to vibrate through the limbs. 

This is the  first time to hear the sound of life beating along the spine; the sound of galloping feet echoing off a hard surface towards something new. 

The eyes want to see more than the body is able.  
As the pool was drained,  the kobold was able to pull off its nose and toss it towards something unknown. 
The oil from the Kobold's body contaminated the liquid, causing it to be drained and the kobold is questioned and being unable to respond in any way,  is put to work scraping the floor and making cones. 

Chapter one notes

Moving towards the sound and lights of the trains,
The kobold comes to a great ToadFrog looking into a black reflection pond. 
"I'm a beautiful creature,
what do you know?  You can't even speak right.  "
the kobold realized that there are no words when witnessing all the stories of the reflections.
Burning embers interrupt her beautiful  reflection,
the hissing STEAM smells of morning mist.
The pain from grasping the Ember moves the feet buried in the muck. 

The princess

One day there was a princess in a tower and she thought a white Knight was coming to rescue her and he was beautiful and spoke kind words. And he seduced her, knowing she was enchanted and would never say no to him. When she became with child her world was filled with joy. But when she told the White Knight he turned into a vicious Goblin and ripped the baby from her stomach and ate it. The goblin was magic so that he did it in such a way she kept on living with a hole in her stomach. And so the princess stayed in the tower in the castle forever after that because she was too afraid of the Goblins outside her Tower. And who would want a princess with a gaping hole in her stomach anyway?

Little free library

A 56 ford 

Rests after driving 

The full/fall moon on

Handfuls of cheerios and waking 

Dreams pulling them onward 

She stands with good earth under foot

Wanting for nothing,  the message of God 

Meant for her,

She hesitates to communicate to grand offspring yet to be

Before she sleeps and everything is wiped new

Yawning and signaling that it is possessed 

She let's her eyes go towards fatigue 

Longing for the rejoining with the current of the Neverending now,  she questions whether she included the entirety of the 56 ford.  

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A 56 ford rests after driving with the full moon.
With only  handfuls of cheerios and dreams pulling them onward, she stands with good earth under her feat.
A story is waiting around the corner. 
Wanting for nothing,
the message of God,
that is meant for her, 
she hesitates to communicate to
grand offspring yet to be,
before sleep overtakes her, 
and everything is wiped new

Yawning and signaling that it is possessed, she rests her eyes, let's go,

Letting fatigue, longing for the  rejoining with the current of the Neverending now,  she questions whether she included the entirety of the 56 ford,