I was facing upwards
Toward the machinery of solar bursts
In an attempt
to harness
the power
of
oblivion

I could feel jolts of electricity
Passing through me
Via the star interface

The planets were tangible
at one point
they started
to communicate
with me

Telepathic intervention

The committee of sleep
was calling me out
in a hallucination of reality

They preached of untapped energy

A floodgate opened
pouring presence
of my racing thoughts
and the rest
of the trafficked ghosts
of inspiration

Slit the throat
of the communication vortex
At the risk of spilling my guts

But I needed to say something
I was at the edge of my own impulses
Trying to hold myself back from jumping

To feel alive
as long as I'm falling
back into the arms
of my sacred sanctuary