Space Poetry

Celestially placed as a naturally irrational universal being Means I live, I live among the tangible I feel, I feel the magical It’s lovely to be amongst all realms Ascending and evolving, quite sporadically in this formula. ______________________________________

I barely remember the cosmic nebulas I once called home. The star dust from my tracks, blown away. Stuck afar, I crawl to things new and strange. Trying to find familiarity when they… they… simply can’t understand. Their realm was meant for them, but why was I removed from mine? Getting called a heretic, all the time. ______________________________________

System Overload I couldn't hold on I was afraid, of everything in Its entirety. Passing through invisible doors and then real doors, How does this happen? I was asleep then awake. Traversing the possibilities of metaphysics. Waiting for existence, then knowing I was existence. Staying clear and out of the fog. I couldn't “think” and had to just do it. It got done. ______________________________________

My cosmic senses extrapolate upon my natural given ones and ✨woah✨, I close my eyes to dip into the frequency that floats through the infrastructure of our existence to merge into the particles that stop and start my boundaries and go to my limits, just to ebb back to ✨woah✨, let's do that again