THE EXPERIMENT Green fields and a steel-blue lake. Serried tracery of leafless trees, A tower of Grey stone hummed with working bees. A fine drizzle fell, visibility fell to fair, I felt alone in a field of immense power. A tower, my eyes looked on in a memorized stare. Then there was no earth, no sky, no heaven or hell… Only darkness… Just the gentle caress of drizzle brought me back to the living. I was soaked, how long had I been out for on this grassy slope? My mind told me maybe I had fallen into a deep sleep, but in the rain? I still fought an almost irresistible drowsiness but I knew I had been violated. Yet I felt calm my body yielded no pain. The tower was still there dull and lifeless but still held a sort of power, My watch had stopped I could have been out for minutes or hours. Why had the lights blotted out? Madness settled in me like a snake coiling and uncoiling through my body. Was I an experiment for extra-terrestrial beings? Then it happened blackness again, a void where no sound or light was evident. I woke like I had been prodded with a pin; my mind was blank, It was like someone had dipped a sponge into water and wiped it across my brain. The drizzle intensified, I stood transfixed… Eyes glued to the tower as fine droplets turned to rain.
Reason for writing:
IS THERE ANYTHING OUT THERE?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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