A Low Center Of Depravity

An arousing first step, the second a shock of reality

This stairwell ends in insight

Our ascension is purely logical

I am headed to a home much brighter than my own

Finding the need for molecular composition fleeting

An element hosting the dependent 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 cannot fathom, they create the worlds for which we long

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

The way

Reaching a plateau of convalescence

Now look down upon the Earth

Titan’s path. Feel her wrath

Silent we wait

Spiraling into deep slumber

Viewing the frontier from a great 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 lived 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 from 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 skin meets new terrain

Death has no meaning here

No letters to distribute

No laws to abide

Only a humble revelation