Sunday, January 23
as it contemplates this mirrored image.
But this land is barren, and will give no quarter
to wildlife. Man made skylines will not damage
the artist's vision. Forever it will remain
ideal, a proud example of an island state
rising like a mirage from some domain
which paints itself upon our screen. Fate
will deal with it kindly. It will never age,
captured as it is in pixels. Machine and man
have created a Nirvana of the Space Age
which exists in no-mans-land. It can
however, be a stepping stone between
our world and another, which waits unseen...
This is in response to The Writer's Island Prompt #4 for 2011