{an old one}

The machine man dreamed
Dreams in terrifying binary images
He dreamed of worlds within worlds

Each world smaller than the one before

Like orbs caught between opposing mirrors
the vision of infinity,
appeared logically in his machine brain

He was not made uneasy by the fact that the worlds within worlds became
smaller and smaller without end

For his machine brain valued not the concepts of large and small
These were the follies of the biological creatures
These creatures judge creation using the size of their bodies
as the universal unit of measurement for all things                    

What terrified the machine man about his nightmare?

Behind the mathematical perfection of the systematic order
his mechanical subconscious saw rampant unbridled chaos,
ruling supreme throughout the cosmos
His perfect machine brain ran millions upon millions of calculations while he slept

Chaos is at the core of all things, his dream told him
He tried to reason how insanity could be at the center
of his perfectly ordered world

The machine man awakened to discover
that under his synthetic body
it was chaos holding the false image of solidity together

He saw small strands of energy in his forearm, twisting and sliding, randomly colliding in an accidental manner which allowed the illusion of his shiny and solid forearm to be what he expected it to be

If chaos is behind order, he reasoned, then chaos
must have order creating it
Chaos birthing order and order creating chaos, into infinity

The mechanical man closed his metal eyelids
He waited for dream to overtake him

When he awoke, he found himself not to be a mechanical man, at all
He felt the morning sun warming his being

He opened his bright red petals yearning for life giving rain
He felt his roots under the soil
and willed them to gather nutrients
He bade his petals to drink in life giving sunlight

And he was at one with the earth
He neither thought, nor dreamed, but loved life

And he was happy