A Tyrant Along The Star Routes

This is a long, prose dream and a poem.

They were going to spend a few days
camping in the disconcerted woods, but
the surprise was an evacuation order.
Although this might have been ignored,
the, hitherto, quiet and green hills
burst into flames, so it became necessary
to get high. After a short, roaring

speech, they lifted abruptly. Smoke

filled the palace making eyes itch. For
a moment, the land strangled, but, in a
glance, it died becoming a black place.
Like a straw, the engine drew on outer
space and the chalk of scattered stars

carried the animals beyond the chain of
the circus or the rides of the carnival.

Within the dire pass, the wolves
confronted passengers, while the crew
arrived fumbling with bells and weapons.
Clouds, at last were gathering to water
the forest and the barren terrain;
the meadow was floating away. The

cat was inking a shadow along the
transient shore. As it compared to
the charcoal far below, there was made
a serene gesture and insurance that
smiled. A herd was lounging before the
onslaught. Attachments could be
distinguished as dangling, metallic
turrets, with tangles of wires inside,

plugged into cabinets and instruments
which the birds did not care about. This
machinery brought melodies and screens
of pictures as imagined by others such as
rabbits or gold fish. Whether shown in
the evening or the afternoon, these

caused the time to evaporate

as had the morning schedule. Gathering
together the wooly stars, the dogs were
nipping carefully at their heels with the
knowledge that any irritation would erupt,
newly, against them. The distances were
beyond measure yet, perforce, the range
continued as prior to experience. Secret

lengths were traveled, but, within thought,
the circus began to recur. The trembling
carnival rides had sufficient impact to
determine memory. So far away, the
inducements were in addition to the
paintings of the impressions which had been
local, fiery statements. Several creatures
stayed behind to inherit the barn. Along
the way, strays departed from the group
never to rejoin. Even so, it was a
tremendous vacation after a terrible
disaster, extinction. Songs arose
composed by the trees and their flocks of
small lizards; large lizards were singing,

stone bones.