Rock, paper, scissors...

Sleepy lids close like dull curtains

awareness changes to deep REMs                         
I am sitting on Saturn's rings

  feeling like mercury sliding

traveling supersonic speeds,

  seems like millions of miles per hour;

 luscious drops of lemon frosting

   landing on my extended tongue 
while toes prance balancing the edge
  of space, smiling stars greeting me
while painted planets deliver 

  everyday birthdays on moonbeams,
benevolent rays of spun gold,
 glittering orbs of platinum                                             

Then abruptly I am frozen,

  halted from that jettisoned state 
a motionless gold panned nugget
  from warm silk to solid cold rock,
feeling free on that steely ride,
  then becoming a naked knot
of ore in a finished train crash
  becoming solid asteroid
Fearful of this recurring dream,
  I awoke crumpled in my bed,
 got up, went to my mother's room -
I couldn't tell her where I'd been
  I was the earth's cold beginning
before it's fire lit deep inside -
  How I became the smooth lava
flowing from where the earth first stirred

  Then how suddenly turned into
solid  unsculpted stone statue 
  with extraordinary knowledge
of how it actually feels 
to be inanimate, yet still
  have a range of human feelings
catatonic, without a voice

Recalling those childhood nightmares

 when into mother's room I ran,

to be comforted, but instead

  they returned again and again         

In this life full of conundrums

  are we to learn just how things end..                               

except what good and evil lurk

  in labyrinths of complexity?

What is the point to be made if

  there's no reason for anything? 
Will we find that illusive peace?