and yet the dragon dances, gargantuan and foaming at the trodden tusks, horrendously colossal, towering above the clouds, i am an ant when i watch this giant feathery dusty distant misty molten creature with its slow moving molasses volcanic limbs, earth shattering and ancient, the pleasing palette of a hyperboreal beast creature stewing up from under an impasto sunrise, the melancholy remembrance of something not meant to be