A Good Reader

Flat, faint, and foggy

Indistinct and quite unformed

Empty,

like the souls of men.

It lies barren

Lifeless

Dead

But then the wind starts,

The hand of God

Brushing away the faint wisps,

Then as the window clears

Everything stops

A pause in the gigantic gears of time

Then the words begin to flow

Cities rise

And fall

Mountains break the ground

Challenging the sky

Life forms, and races around

 In all of its beautiful,

Twisted shapes

The universe explodes with

Possibilities, and constantly they change

Monsters run rampant

With angels chasing them

Back o’er the hills

Into the mouth of Hell

Or maybe we see the castle and the

Plumber chasing his lost princess

Or a political struggle within

Or the attackers

Just outside the walls

Or maybe all we can see

In the window

In the page

In the word

Is us.