[Poem] Bojo's Prophetic Dreams (1 of 3)

 by Emmit Other

Dreams are where the metadata of infinity

Lives, dies and lives again

When everything is true

And a thought away

It isnt about what is real

So much as

How it connects

Turtles all the way down

Turtles all the way up

Roshomon the halls of dream

Every dreamer a lord

The Dreamer dreams the walls that stay

The Four Towers

And the Four Corners of the Earth

Cair Paravel had four thrones

Each a tower of the compass roles

Numbers are a higher octave than dream

But even dreams can have math

Even if it uses dream math 

Bojo the digger connected to a tree

Kississing Mississippi to try and be

Something other than history

Child Roland to the Dark Tower Came

A field in a million roses for each world

A golden brick road

Or was it Silver?

We're off to see the wizard

We're not in Kansas are we

Through the looking glass

And The Cults the thing

Ease on down the road

Through the Mirror

Straight on and to the second closet on the left

Till morning

The deep magic

Woudln't it be Lucky if there was a layer

On a layer 

On a layer

Its not the loop of time this time

But recursion of the infinite iteration

When you seek revenge

Dig two graves

Both of them for your enenmy

Even when your enemy

Is the Peculiar Purlple Pyram

of Porcupine Geek

Bite the head of a chicken 

Don't be so dramatic

Prestochango rearrango

The blue haze appears

And obscures the yellow sign

Hitch a ride on the Star Twin's magic carpet

And turn that frown to the Upside Down