Kubla Khan Response

Rushing water

And steep foot falls,

Writhing vines lead the way down the mud caked path.

Dragon flies—the size of panthers,

Flit around the gnarled trees,

Followed closely by spit-green butterflies.

The air smells sweet, and unfamiliar.

The air feels thick, and moist—but not dank.

The air tastes heavy, and smells of enlightenment.

A golden orb is obscured by horizontal trees—

Above them a purple sky is barely visible.

Birds scream strangely,

And animals click curiously—

Odd, outlandish, off.