2021/5/26 #poetry Today I'll sketch a scene. I'll lay it out for you. Just walk into a dream. Perhaps it will come true. Arvind blinked his eyes. 'I'm not really seeing this' he thought. On the mantle before him lay a tiny city populated by termites and a few ants and aphids, each had a little silver dot on one side of their head. The city was no termite mound though. It was glass and metal and high tech polymers. Some of the insects carried tools and some operated machines. Tiny lights colored the urban landscape with complex patterns. It was almost silent, other than a few clicks and hisses from some of the equipment. Arvind didn't want to get too close for fear his breath might disturb them. “Maybe you can blink away the phantasm. Keep trying, it might work.” said a voice from behind him. Arvind realized that he had stopped blinking and that his eyes were quite dry. He also realized that he didn't have the slightest urge to turn and discover the speaker, his gaze was firmly glued to the city.