I dive into a galaxy
of magnetic chaos
and float along
radioactive, purple, clouded skies
absorbed into the atmosphere
I begin to come alive
I spiral atop a mountain of stars
let my fingers roll along the currents and ripple out
oceanic outer-space
i no longer have a doubt
My mind expands into a stormy sea
as worlds collide and turn to dust
a million years have come to pass
yet I haven't learned to trust...
zero gravity, or my proximity;
to what is real.
Staring straight ahead now,
face to face with...
this infinite turning wheel
I reach out and touch the fallen ash
of ever-changing times
a wounded winged angel
can finally start to fly
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I dive into a galaxy
of magnetic chaos
and float along
radioactive, purple, clouded skies
absorbed into the atmosphere
I begin to come alive
I spiral atop a mountain of stars
let my fingers roll along the currents and ripple out
oceanic outer-space
i no longer have a doubt
My mind expands into a stormy sea
as worlds collide and turn to dust
a million years have come to pass
yet I haven't learned to trust...
zero gravity, or my proximity;
to what is real.
Staring straight ahead now,
face to face with...
this infinite turning wheel
I reach out and touch the fallen ash
of ever-changing times
a wounded winged angel
can finally start to fly
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