ElijaRodgers

It all seemed familiar: the melodious owl, the steel lattice, and most of all the creatures themselves. "Why me?" I asked them once. I stood in an airlock inside a spaceship. There were two peepholes inside the airlock, with yellow eyes pressed to them. "That is a very Earthling question to ask Mr. Al-Salem. Why you?  Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because the moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?" It all seemed too familiar. It was something I dreamt or maybe something I read. The most important thing I learned from these creatures was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive i

A glimmer of hope in the young boy's eyes: It could be seen for miles to come. The abyss which he had fell In Seemed nothing but a hole, In a valley: Hollowed out of pearls. What makes one believe Things of which he cannot dream What makes one dreamThings of which he cannot believe? The boy: abject and miserable, Climbed to the edges of the abyss, Ten days and counting Till he put his hands on the pearled surface And stood atop it. What makes one try Things of which he cannot accomplish What makes one accomplish Things of which he cannot try? The man: silent and calm, A cringe in his eye That seemed to be afraid Of