A thousand thousand worlds await
So close your eyes, sit up straight
Or lay back, the choice is yours
As some worlds we shall explore
Turbulent skies and windswept plains
Sun-drenched beaches where it hardly rains
Sheer cliff faces, that are harsh and cold
And magical vistas that never grow old
Lakes crystal clear and fresh and cool
Full of fish within their ample schools
Exotic animals come to drink
We sit down to watch and have a think
Lightning flashes across the sky
And when thinking done we shall fly
Attached only by ethereal cord
Across an ocean, blue and broad
We reach a land charred and black
Ruined by industry from way back
Nature reclaiming what she can
But nothing like when things began
We fly again to plateaus of ice
Blues and whites, crisp and nice
Snowflakes fall, cool winds swirl
Exhale and watch your breath unfurl
As twilight settles, out come the stars
Some quite close, others from afar
We pinpoint one, our destination’s set
And with an open mind
We shall watch and see
Exactly just how good the going gets
The Mansionic Perspective 
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