My words come from far away
I’d like to think
A place best kept in murmurs
Mere sighs from within

When I write it screams
Shouts from that land
Dusked by tenfold
When gold
I saw starlit

We are conduits
Essence grand
Emotions otherworldly
Outer space’s illusion

Humanity a vision
Reciting sacred
In hopes of deciphering
By potions of syllables

Be my purpose
Messengers of superstition
Begun in slumber
Ours only