Between the waking and the sleeping, something strange comes…
I thought I saw within my dream
a flying elephant. This theme
did not make any sense at all.
That is, until I thought about
proboscides and wings, no doubt,
escaping from a hazy pall
of man-made nightmare. But awake
the truth became a bit opaque
then faded. Now I can't recall.
Note: The form is Nove Otto. Magpie Tales posted the above picture as the prompt. I thought it was fascinating and actually kind of cute - that is until I noticed the reactor towers in the distance. I thought that didn't make sense, but the truth is, I think I didn't want it to make sense. So I made a trunk call (get it?!) and wrote about a place in between waking and sleeping where things fly fast, but fade just as fast, too.