The Oracle
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A trader in the rain, 2049
The Oracle
You do not ask him. He looks, he listens, he asks. Then he tells you what you are carrying.
There is a stool. It is dry. The rest of the street is not.
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He looks at you
The vial
Hold it. Let go when you have had enough.
He asks
Breathe
Breathe in. When your lungs are full, touch this.
Touch when full
Your hand
Draw the shape of this year. Anywhere in the box.
Turn the vial
Tilt it toward what you want from me.
TruthKindness
Turn it
One more thing
Give me your hand, or let me hear the room. Or neither.
He holds a vial to the neon and says nothing
He says
Before the rain stops
If you want to carry itAquilaria Miel D'Orient
Let someone scan this. They will not see your reading.