The Missing Astronaut. Into the eternal darkness, far from home, The novice breath scouts the air, diluting in time. Unseen waves creep in from the unknown hitting the cloak that holds. The unknown embedded with stars of this world and the next. A few more unusual rocks tearing the stream of space, making the light bend along its curvature. Trying to construe the vision, diverts from truth. The probability of being all wrong is same as all being true. Small and sudden paths appear, tearing through twisted space they exit. Trespassing time, lead to unknown space. Doors and gateways, oscillating in through heavens. Moving deeper into the cavern of magic, a monstrous beast born from death, consuming everything as it grows, closing in for the kill. Though huge remains unseen, the only deceiving trace it seems is its silver lining. Glorious pellets of indecent drifters, dodging through relative crowd, standing out to be cold, not becoming monsters. Flashes engulfing the eye and mind, gives birth for all that to come, for the new to be born and the old to be done, A herd on unheard rocks fight to form. The air is almost dead, the novice breath is heavy with wisdom. Let truth be what it may, why bother knowing. Standing at the end, thinking of the journey, realizing that its sole purpose was to foresee, that which lies beyond this moment, still in the dark.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 16:06:03 +0000
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