I am not sure where they come from
Our imagination, I suppose
Did we build on something we had seen at some point in history
Or is it something that came from within?
Were they designed from our desire
To create warmth in a cold world?
Did they come about when we were delirious with fever
Or tripped up on a shroom found in a forest?
Maybe it was a nightmare
Or a crazy idea made up by two young kids
after debating philosophy in their dorm room all night
An interesting configuration
Part lizard
Part beast
Part terrifying
Part fascinating
I suppose most things in life could be described by the last two lines
But not everything in life has the fire
It is the distinguishable element
And perhaps the key
Maybe we just desired it so much
We started to wonder what kind of being would possess it
Materialists assumed it was only something they could see
Mystics trusted it to be a mirror of what was felt within
We thought the trees held the secret so it had to be hiding
We were drawn to go looking
But dare not in dread
So we banned them into caves
But they seeped out through our nightmares
Or dreams depending on who was telling
Based on a mixture of visions from the shamans
and giggly tales of children
Storytellers elaborated on what they heard
We are left without a trail
And too many configurations to count
But one thing is threaded into each account
The one thing which without it
Would be called something else
Whatever our picture of it is
It must have this essential thing
The thing we can neither live with
unless we know how to contain it
and certainly cannot do without
The thing we are drawn to
and repelled by
it’s the fire
It’s their fire
But is the fire we desire
Only possessed by dragons?
Or have we simply forgotten how to connect to it from within?
Are we really still believing all of this
is actually about fire-breathing dragons?
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