Incubus. The male demon inside my head The astral constellation satellites off the shores of Pluto a cold crushed diamond hurtling in hyperspace sparkling in rotation silently spoken the unspoken, the uttered, the muttered and the said.
Gas formations spiral the nebula of new world creations happening beneath the cobalt sky the unanswered questions am I even here and if so, why?
Gravity. Descends me push and pulls me the ground holds me reaching for the stars just beyond my grasp
Space. That vacuum ******* the corners of imagination and the lost voices of childhood running free in the long grass of colourful dreams.
In the blur I see you moving slightly amid plucked strings and vintage wallpaper the garden of candles flickering in the near light.
The incubus of devilment and stolen words to yet reveal themselves the forgotten fragrance of yesterday's radiance never forgotten just a short solar burst away from Proxima Centauri.