MY ETERNAL ENCORE

To most...
My dreams would be seen
As another nightmare
Where no one has been.
The echoing screams
assure me an end
To the once again 
where I will transcend.
At the crack of dawn
I'm reborn!
My eternal encore...
Is relived to be mourned.
Adorned with an ability
To know and predict  
The verdict, reality.
So vast are these visions
That every decision
Rides and collides with 
Lifetimes of transitions.
As I walk among the dead
Marred by simplistic, unrealistic heads
I continue to dread the very idea
Of coming back here, encased by false fear.
Endless experience brings me to believe
That fear
Is found
At the place first conceived.
Amid a myriad of memories
Sensations and sounds
Are retrieved from the galaxy.
So how would one explain fear?
To begin with no background
Finds a future...
Unclear.

Carey Milton