the following is something I wrote for a voluntary writing class I have every tuesday
ata Bank
My photoreceptors focus on the buildings
They are everywhere, stretching into the cloudy sky
There are no shadows in these bowels
The sun cannot shine where megaliths blot out its intensity
Since I am curious I open my memory banks
I recall the data of this place’s past
Two of the tallest towers climb into the sky
Then fade away along with hundreds of other structures
Other, smaller buildings sometimes replace them
But eventually they all slip away
As a lush ocean of green vegetation spills atop the landscape.
I watch as a battle between tanned humans begins
Spears and arrows tear across the sky like bullets
Some are lit with fire
There is a rain of thin projectiles and the continuous noise
Of bodies thumping atop the green Earth
The ground lurches under my feet and I see a seashore in the distance
The sky darkens to a pitch and rumbles with lightening
But only briefly, and it soon disappears to reveal a long column
Of colossal lizards lumbering into a blue sunset
There is a commotion not far away
One of the creatures is bawling and bracing for an impact from the brush
Like torpedoes a trio of predators emerge and hurl through the air towards their target
They leap high into the sky, their audible hiss stirring the components of my ears
Their claws dig into the gray flesh and yank the beast into the sand
Lifting a plume of dirt into the air
The animal’s bawling stops, and its surrounding counterparts grow wary
The land is suddenly overrun with lava and oceans of bright crimson that glows
Pillars of fire rise from volcanoes and stab into a black, billowing sky
There is a wall of flame in the distance that stretches into both horizons
It spits fiery boulders and meteors onto the land
Then it all falls apart, piece by piece the world is ripped into a cloud of vapor
The sun’s glow fades into oblivion, into a nebula of mucus-resembling material
There’s a violent flash, and suddenly the matter is back inside another star
This one’s much larger and colored a deep red. I can see claws of fire
Flaring up from its surface
Then the vision disappears, and I am back in the city, where I started.
I begin trudge into a store and ask the salesperson for a container of oil.
There's no meter in this poem/story and I've noticed that at the bottom sentences end in two lines. Ignore that and treat each sentence as one line. If you'd rather read the converted notepad document I'll post it as an attachment.
