Waking dreams and dreaming shakes, I slept a vision of blue white gates. To
travel far away from here, leave the pain for a world that’s clear.
A water-like explosion erupts
from the center of an old circle. The ancient object wears white scratches all
across its older than old gray surface. Not brick, nor rock; not metal, nor
alloy. This gate is strong enough to open a portal to the other side of
imagination, reality be damned. To escape the feeling that this is all we have
and it’s only getting worse. Pretend for an hour that life’s not sour with
breathing as a curse.
The room is empty, save some metal
stairs, to lead us through the hole. Safety protocols suggest a probe be sent
ahead of our departure, to make safe the interstellar ride. With no
probes existing, it will be fate that we’re twisting, as a first foot plunges
inside.
If the stories do ask, the
purpose and task, for risking a possible doom. For me, I would just tell them,
a fake truth to dispel them, our real reasons are our hell. It’s not a seek for
adventure, but an escape from indenture, that walks me through the well.
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