Memory Palace - John Frum

Propelling through the unknown, the world split in twain

Tessellating ad infinitum, one was too small to grasp the scope

An endless expanse of the protocosmic horizon lay in full upon the edges of

what could no longer be considered reality

Knowing not where I existed, only that I was among the insubstantial truth

I communed with naught

The being craved a new arena

The mind became pregnant with the concept of the new universe

And in that moment, I rewrote the sacred scripts

I waged the interminable war

I solved the formulas yet to be proposed

I became the primordial, abolishing death, expanding into consciousness

Egression denied as dimensions phase

Many planes awaited the arrival of a new reality

Choosing the one that vibrated to the pulse of existence

The body mutated rapidly, selecting a new form

As big as a thought

As small as a god

Upon emergence from creation

There awaited an opaque world faceted of one’s own reflection

But the eyes of the world surveyed itself with reproach

Such hubris this one had to fancy himself a creator

To bring a world to fruition with the damaged sensibility of man

Unknown hues streak across endless depths of sullen gloom

Effulgent emanations retreat from an innate approach

The incumbent Chaos, ultimate arbiter of creation

Welcomes this new inhabitant with destruction’s caress