where he died- when the dust stilled,
the empty field had been replaced
with a skyline.
we didn't have time
to find him, we ran like we were told- but
i can still see the sun on that city, shining
bright and gold.
I can't remember when exactly I had this dream, but something reminded me of it today and then this was born. It was a little more complicated, in terms of what was going on before and after my co-prisoner-dude sprouted a city from his torso, but I do remember how it felt to see a complete [and empty] city where there had been absolutely nothing about five minutes before.