ALAYSA AND RUYON
Had I not been there ancient and alone I
would have never seen it : the carrion rock
diving fiery hot from sky to earth in the instant.
Before I could react there was nothing to react
to. The time that stopped, I was able to get
that back. The time that went on, I lost. No
be-ribboned towel came my way, none of
those awards for prescient stamina. I was
lifted up by a force unknown and entered the
space between time and place we know not
of, yet - though I can tell you clearly.
The island in the mind is called Alaysa,
the place it brings you to is named Ruyan.
Simple and simply, names. Our mind
makes the map.
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