Stretching farther and farther away
Slithering across the tethers of the unknown
Lies a thought
A careless thought
A empty thought
Rising horizons never considered
Once a thought becomes too prominent
I'll turn my satellite away
The vacuum of reason and knowledge beckons
Calls the human race
I turn my satellite once more onto the vast cry of silence
Waiting to be heard
I gaze down into the abyss
Of the second Heaven
The plane of abstraction
The plane of thought
I ponder the endless unknown
My eyes dance between the celestial bodies
My mind is but a planet
I see my star
I'm covered in my atmosphere
My core is heavy and turbulent
Others see their stars is different ways
My sun is yellow
The Martian's, blue
The Mercurian sees a blur
The Venusian's mind is too clouded
The Plutonian claims gray
Too many thoughts to consider
Too many stars
Too many ideas
Planets crash into another
Others lose contact with their star
I'm not too far away
From life
Black holes bend understanding
Rewriting what was never written down
Dust covers ideas never pondered
Supernovae are memories of what was
My satellite catches a small portion of what can be
And what is
I can only look so far behind me
The farther I look
The more I think
The more I think
The more I see
The more I see
The more I look
The more I want to look
The more I need to look
Blue and red lights bend and bounce
Confusing my satellite
I make an unbroken leap into nothing
Hoping to find something
To prove
To the first Heaven
That it can be done
I look and find nothing
Why is this?
Silence is a sound
It tempts me to go further
I reach a halt
Not the edge
But a blockage
A wall
It is everything I've ever known
My satellite can't comprehend it
The quasars never spoke of this
The chill of absolute zero never confirmed this
My heart trembles
My stomach churns fast
This is a monster
What felt empty
Feels alive with passion
Everything combines to form an eternity
A second Heaven
The first stroke of a pen alters my thoughts
Everything crashes together
I must make notes before
I condemn it all
My satellite
So small compared to the galaxies
Compared to the Nebulae
The natural satellites
Of the universe
Sing a song of wry
I can't understand
I'll never understand
The thoughts
Of others
Not in my intimate second Heaven
