| BRAVE NEW REAL WORLD "See me, Feel me, Touch me, Heal me" |
Near the thundering falls ahead lies the 'holy hole'. It was a church at one time. A thick twisted peice of metal, one of those crossless protestant spires, lays rusting across a cracked and crusty path. The girl's hookup is stong and she pulls see like she's holding my hand. The moon shines here and there on the tumbled lego blocks of seriously fucked up civilization. Things like badger-sized cockroaches, and who knows what the hell else scramble across the path. I jump and cuss. Fuckin' bugs. Oh, OK. There they go. Oh yeah,... Right into a dark hole on one side of a crumbled pile of bricks. There they go. Into the holy hole.That spooks me as I tip toe through the rocks. Not that it's a holy hole, but that hinders would go in. What the hell. I grip busted brick and crab into a small chamber full of choking dust. Three shadowy doorways a few feet away. One to each side and straight ahead. I head left through the swirling dust. She's here. I feel her. A sudden whoosh brings night air tatooing debris against my head and the side of my face. The passage clears briefly in the wake of a giant breath. A smell like hot metal, burns in my nose. My feet just start moving again when suddenly yellow eyes lock onto mine. Animal eyes. My blade is out, snugged in my fist. A hiss makes my hair stand up and sends a cold dribble down my spine. My hands suddenly wet. A sudden exhortation in my mind: 'Save the woman'. Unfamiliar tracking of a shared mind. I suddenly see. Everyone has a half crazy story to tell about something. Silly ass things. A beautiful One. A goddess who calls imagination to life. Some folk believed and prayed to her like my mema used to pray to Virgin Mary. They say she's coming and she's going to bring order to chaos. Others say her appearance marks the beginning of the end. I don't believe anything but what I see. Perched on a spike of rebar, in dull, greasy light and floating dust is a no-shit dragon. No bigger than a hawk. This is the fucker that set my head on fire. Adrenaline spurts as it spreads wing and flap-glides over to execute a landing on my shoulder. I let it settle and feel steel claws puncture my shirt with some serious power. It ripples through me like a current. An impossibility is casually resting on my shoulder. |
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