The constellations of innerspace spin and churn as a man regresses into his soul... Becoming one with the earths and the stars... Planets uninhabitable as he travels on a psychic plane. Angels that breath in the vacuum of his space and escort him along on his way. Wings so enourmous that they have the ability to envelop the barren moons that orbit M class planets... Pass over alien worlds where life microbial exists in formation. He standing in these far off places as he exists here and there... The illusion and the allusion. Air passing over his vocal chords and becoming the voice that he projects as sound waves... The blast that crumbles all in its shock wave. His body but a shell that encloses his reasoning. He has died and lived in the chambers of this ship and seen so many things. Sometimes suspended in animation as he lingering alone crossed great expanses . To have been awake fully would have consumed him in the nothing... Darkness where no light penetrates. Where the voices whisper relief in the arms of insanity... So easy to gently go that way. He becomes the shining object and enters the atmosphere screaming across the horizon as the startled natives crouch and hide in fear for he so like them is unlike anything that they have ever seen. An alien among his own falling from deep innerspace.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 21:25:35 +0000