THE MAGICIAN’S DILEMMA
TOUCH THE BLUE WINGED FIGURE.
You see far away places
A beach
A mountain beyond
Shadowy figures are gathering from the forests below
Congregating at its high peak
Your attention is following them
Up the mountain
They are seizing arms
Dancing in a circle
That makes the wind
That blows the trees
The sea is growing troubled
Turbulent
The dance is beautiful
The storm terrifying
One of the more diminutive revelers
Is struck by a falling tree
Crushed
Impaled
The dance explodes in manic laughter
Your hand reflexively pulls away