Celestial Figures - As Oceans

An arrousing first step, the second a shock of reality.

This is stairwell ends in insight.

Our ascension is purely logical.

I am headed to a home much brighter than my own.

Finding the need for molecuar composition fleeting.

An element hosting the dependant earthbound vitality.

Displayed here are density’s true extremes, the ominous dualism.

I breathe nothing, for there is nothing to breathe.

Ionic clouds of static precision, portals to the edges of incomprehension.

Shapes the mind can’t fathom, the create the worlds for which we long.

Mineral masses hurtle through the nothingness, incandescent, as if to lead the

way.

Reaching a plateau of convalence.

Now look down upon Earth.

Titan’s path.

Feel her wrath.

Silent we wait.

Spiraling into deep slumber.

Viewing the frontier from a greater distance.

Moments to revel in the nebulous.

The freezing vision blends with welcoming warmth.

A scene cerebral fabrications cannot contain.

A child’s recreation upon the divine canvass.

We have the illusion of being in total control.

Nomination to figures with given names.

An arrow through the arch aimed at the bull.

The mother closely trailed by her cub.

All within the dragon’s watchful eye.

The marksman’s waistband, our misconceived notion of direction.

Following the broken compass form infancy.

Each ornament an Eden by selfish definition.

I reach out to caress the tiny orb of light.

Distance is a deceitful construction.

It cloaks the description.

A serene city at the peak.

The embodiment of perfection.

I burn with the stars.

leaving no trace of the perennial odyssey, the voyage draws an end.

My ski meets new terrain.

Death has no meaning here.

No letters to ditribute.

No laws to abide.

Only a humble revelation.