This was a strange bit of poetic prose. I chose to write it out in this broken manner because the words had a metre and resonated in different clumps other than what you can achieve with grammar. The spiciness lightened it up so that it was easier to duigest and pick at.
It is humorous and playful yet thought provoking and dangerously subversive.
By now I reckon you must be understanding why I chose to call it Reality Dreams.
5.
In the void.
Here was nothing coupled with mind and matter.
Mind unsure of itself
And matter with no sense of reality.
All the time exploring
And wondering.
‘Did I do that?’
‘Is this mine?’
‘Did I make this?’
‘Was that a coincidence?’
‘Was this always here?’
How could he find reality when all he thought and dreamed became real?
‘Why am I here anyway?’
Mind decided that he needed to get his thoughts
A little more orderly.
He needed to understand what he was creating.
It was cluttering up the space around him.
This was very necessary
In order to ascertain what else there was
Outside of himself.
What was left over
After he had sorted out his own possessions
Must have been created by something else.
‘Was there anything?’
‘Who was it made by?’
‘How?’
‘Where?’
‘When?’
It was all very baffling.
‘Was it by accident?’
There was no firm proof.
There were no answers.
Mind would accept nothing on face value.
He always questioned himself.
‘Now first of all –
Is there anything I don’t know?’
How could mind tell?
They were unknown.
Mind began to run through a list of questions.
It sped him towards panic.
‘What am I?’
‘What am I doing?’
‘What am I going to do?’
‘How can I find out anything?’
‘How can I be sure that anything I do find out is true?’
These questions
Coupled with his recent adventures
Created a confusing
And perplexing
Situation.
Worried by his mental health –
After all – it was all he had –
He decided to play around a little
Just to ease the tension
And break up
The seriousness of the situation.
Mind decided
To put together
A few things
As a little diversion –
To bring
A little happiness
Into his world.
So he thought up a little world
Into his happiness.
Seizing a little matter
That happened
To be floating by,
He rolled it
Here and there,
Shaped it
This way and that.
He altered it here
Destroyed it there
And rebuilt it.
At long last
His artistic side
Came to the fore
And the huge,
Or small
(depending on perspective)
Work of art began.
Using all the utensils available
Plus any more he wished
To invent,
He began the creation
Of the universe
As we figments
Came to know it.
First the rough sketches.
A universe here
A universe there.
A galaxy here
Hmmmmm
Not quite right,
To the left a little.
Got it!
Hey ho!
A solar system there.
A few more suns
A trillion or so.
A few more planets.
A bit of this
And a bit of that.
A red sun here,
A yellow sun there
A billion blue suns.
He stood back.
Hmmmmm.
Maybe a spot of green on this one here.
After a goodly while he felt a lot happier.
He was enjoying himself.
He had been working quite hard
Lost in play.
It was very relaxing
And he had created a fair bit.
He beamed as he admired his work.
Not bad for a beginner.
It looked pretty
Just like Disneyland
But bigger.
He’d done Disneyland too!
Or at least drawn
The plans up.
He felt proud
And let it settle.
When he came back to it
It was not so good.
In fact it was downright boring.
Nothing was happening.
All those little balls
Hanging in space.
All round and smooth,
Glowing and lifeless.
What next?
He knew.
A quick spin here
A slow spin there
A bit more colour
A flash or two.
‘Not bad.’
‘Not bad at all.’
‘Much better.’
This was becoming something to be proud of.
But all those balls are a little boring –
So round and smooth,
So uniform.
A bit of alteration here –
A bit there.
A few wrinkles.
Throw in a few gasses
A liquid or two
A range of temperature
Sound and colour.
He was enjoying himself.
Attuned and vibrant,
Crashing, clashing
Resounding, Bashing
Silently in the vacuum
Altering.
Very pleasing though it was
To watch the giant display
It still felt a little empty
A bit too mechanical.
Something was lacking.
Hmmmmmmm.
That something which made all the difference –
A final touch.
The randomness that
Made a work of art
Special –
Different
To the run of the mill.
Many aeons passed
In pleasant thought
On how to improve
His creation.
It was most relaxing.
Now what if he was to make some things faster?
Subject to laws –
Restrictions,
To keep them in patterns
But enabling alteration?
Geometric patterns?
Random?
To slightly change?
Things beyond
His control.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
If he did not like the results he could always change it back again.
He wanted it to have a life of its own
Within limits
He wanted something with problems
And worries
And limitations
Worse than his own.
Something that could create
On its own
But with limited
Ability.
Something that could think for itself
A little.
Something that possessed beauty
And growth
Of its own.
He liked the idea.
Some things slow,
Some things quick,
But always changing.
It was a revolutionary breakthrough in ideas.
He started out on one single ball
And spread out through billions more,
Stretching his ideas
And capabilities to the full.
All and everything
His imagination could think of,
The ugly and beautiful,
The transparent and opaque,
The tiny and gigantic.
Some of gas,
Some liquid,
Some solid
And some of nothing
Some a mixture.
Some of atoms
Some of energy
And some of galaxies.
All living
Altering, Growing, changing –
Dying.
Some asking why.
He called them life.
He gave each atom a spin
And smiled.
‘Why not you too?’
He thought.
He created places
Where they ran
On integration –
To live, change, hide and die –
And allowed it to evolve.
At first there was fascination.
He would sit for millennia
Watching the changing story.
But after a while
He had seen it all.
At last he turned aside
From his new toy
To return
To serious matters.
Glancing back
From time to time
At changing scenes.
To note the changes
And take pleasure
He was happy.
Occasionally annoyance would creep in –
Some disharmonious change
Had come about.
He would sweep in
And eradicate.
One day
Upon return
He noticed something odd.
A single planet
Whose parasites
Had grown all out of proportion.
They were teeming
All over the world,
Overcoming all difficulties
Creating their own
Problems and disasters.
Always hatching new hardships
Divisions and quarrels
Destroying everything
They had in an orgy
Of greed and selfishness.
They were busy
Undermining their own survival –
Altering the balance –
Teetering on the brink of disaster.
Fascinating.
Yet even while riding on the brink,
Their thoughts were growing.
Many in among the stupid
Were stretching out
To challenge the structure of infinity.
He occasionally even felt a twinge
As an individual erupted
In a burst of pure ecstasy
To merge with him.
He became obsessed with these strange, tiny creatures
And the idea that maybe
Given time
He could learn
From the creatures he had created.
If they lasted long enough.
He desperately wanted to keep them
From destroying themselves
But knew
That he could not interfere
Or their development would be altered.
Could they offer a clue to nothing?
Find the secrets of something?
Had he inadvertently
Set something loose
That might be instrumental
In answering the questions
In the big underneath?
The creatures were at one and the same time
Separate to him
And part of him.
Could they transcend themselves
To become greater than him?
Would they crack infinity first?
Perhaps it was better to destroy them
While it was still possible?
He had the power
To create or destroy anything he wanted.
But how could he be sure?
He might destroy his only chance
Of finding the answers
To his problems.
He constructed three helpers to help him observe everything they did.
He placed one at each pole and one in the sun.
They were not sufficient.
He split each one into seven.
It did not help him decide
Which course of action to take.
Could they help?
Could he trust them?
He played his cards
He hesitated on the tightrope of indecision.
The entire balance of the universe hung in limbo.
He was afraid of the unknown.
What if he dismantled it now?
The sculpted beauty of his design?
The life he had created?
He knew that it did not matter
In the void.
Nothing would be altered.
A new beginning.
A new ending.
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