Atlas of Imaginary Places

In the Atlas of Imaginary Places

there are dragons among the wet

damp caves between Forgotten Seas,

where the Circular River has

left a delta full of swift horses.

In the Atlas of Imaginary Places

there is an island where dreams

are scented with the flowers of regret.

Past there is a page that is Nothing.

It is an ugly place. It looks out on

Memory and is where the End and

Beginning were born. It tastes of

nothing at all.

This was a fragment I had in a journal. The publication VOLUPSA published it as such, for which I am thankful. Yet it feels unfinished to me.....maybe a tickle, a whisper. Imagine what could be on the next page of the Atlas...