I rode on moonbeams,
To my ephemeral daydream.
In shuttles of shooting stars,
Transported somewhere afar
To the shadows of meteor craters.
To the poles of the celestial equator.

My thoughts slip into the heavens
And hang about the Sisters, Seven
Picking up galactic transmissions
In a cloud of seraphic acquisition
Uncoupled entirely from gravity,
They wade in divine nebulae of synergy.

And it rains immortally with my tears
Through wormholes and light-years
Ubiquitous showers that immerse completely like a nestle
The dilapidated forms of sunken space vessels.
They saturate and soak
The smoldering memories of suns already choked.

My eyes close as the stars close in
Creating compression to make my breath grow thin
And the galaxies spin about my head
While over my body the ethereal winds spread
They leave me gasping for moribund inhalation
As the universe gives way to my asphyxiation

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