Arcadia Zone

In a place, In another time was where it all initiated A bombed out place with mixed climatic systems, Reinstated But moving on in this place gave me a cerebral pulsation For within and outside these boundaries, I knew no realization Was it entirely fictional in all its worth, Or was there sense to my thoughts I knew paradises face was not written in the smoke, With cascading numerics and endless noughts My perceptions redeemed the credible flashes of reality, But I was in suspension I agonized walking through splinters of fire and wrath in this cultured dimension I caught a hollow lie in my head, Which was rhythmic until it spread It was then that I realized this place was not real, Only a fantasy in my head And then I became aware that this existence was never ending wonder Looping and cascading, Everything with psychedelic elegance, A shattering electric thunder Brilliance came forth in verse and actuality, Amongst my mind their thoughts manipulated A cataclysmic pulse scored my spine, As if I was charged, But deep within felt simulated Anything in composite material form was reassuring, But the dreams struck like death Nothing in this world titled Arcadia with flesh, Only skeletons with expired breath Arcadia has claimed its child, Swallowing in gulps, And taken aback by the ferocity I am the Tempest swirling in all dimensions, breathing in the atrocity The End.