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