Mycosynth Dreams

Who dreams in Mycosynth?
Amidst the throes of the universe Consider
Walking the disparate planes between
No Way Out and that Fade Into Antiquity,

Do you Opt for the Prismatic Bridge,
Carrying you away from the Terminus of your Path to Exile?

Where before you lay naught but the Plains and Mountains of your memories,
The Forests and Swamps of your mistakes leaving you
Nothing but an Island with which to find Respite.

I know you are Scared Stiff by the Weight of Conscience
Hanging in the air, a morose mire of mechanisms masquerading as mankind’s madness
But for all that exists and for all the steps you take,
Breathe and remember that you have survived thus far,
And next Time, Walk with the Colossal Majesty befit a being of creation,
Each step a Mycosynth Lattice of worlds that might have been
The World Trees branches incalculably numerous

With each Expressive Iteration does the Daze begin to wear off?
With each crisis we survive, that Dauntless Onslaught of the day to day
Why does life have to exist outside of my hyperfixation
The inevitable Ossification of the planet joins the Council of Ghosts
Destroying all that is and Corrupting all that could be
Leaving us Totally Lost.
Ivory Tower marking the Mine of morality,
A Peer into the Abyss of what mankind can do to each other
Scrambling for their seat of Power, Planting both feet in the past
Stewards of the American Myth, heralds of a Temporal Sundering
Anachronistic relics clamoring for some return to a fantasy that never was,
To a place where All Will be One.

Does this world disappear when I awake,
A grand casualty of the Wrath of God,
Or am I a nocturnal visitor to a place beyond comprehension,
A place where the Oubliette of the everyday
Seems a distant memory to the Prismatic Vista of eternity.