Drifting across a barren landscape,
I see them.
Phoenix and dragon
alike - feral creatures of myths
Stately lining the horizon.
A stunning firestorm brews -
Molten iron casting lifelike hues
On the bleak precipice -
And suddenly,
Lava erupts from every crevice.
An obsidian flash -
A shifting scene,
I see.
A garden of growth
- a verdant enclosure.
Is this Eden I see?
A wave of noise supersedes -
I am falling again
Into the liquid realm of this Pensieve.
Numbness -
Feelings -
White noise -
Carved ceilings.
I am back in that room
Waking from my lucid dreams -
I have a world - of my making -
My tempting temerarious fantasies.
But this corporeal cosmos beckons unceasing
And pulls me back, once again, to reality.
