Staring into space,
You begin to levitate,
As you start to lose perception of your body’s weight.
And you don’t question
The transcendent sensation,
For the first time free from planetary rotation
You’re so high now, but it’s not too hard to breathe.
As neurones fire tantamount to supernova energy.
Exploding into sight,
Dancing flairs from sunlight ignite bright white
Before uniting with the infinite night
You blink your eyes, keeping vigilante as you smile.
One hundred million miles
You see, you move much faster than you think.
The solar system now shrinks into a glint.
Worlds recede to pinholes in black sheets
The awe the giants once inspired start to deplete
Now everything around you begins to surpass light speed, with the absence of a breeze
Moons and comets and planets and nebulas all distort into a thousand streaks
You shut your eyes away from the pulsing sky,
To open your mind and within seconds you find
Everything has slowed down; you’re in a new zone now
You hyperdrove into overdrive,
You override the limits of your cortex enveloping your mind
The observable universe has fallen far behind.
Your body warms to a meteor shower of shivers
Your thoughts flicker at the incomprehensible picture
No breath to take, no sound escapes
As your open mouth dislocates further agape
Now what’s revealed before you
Translucent coral scintillations illuminate against
Formless blue auras scorn the beauty that humans create
Vast clouds discovered comprised of subtle colours
Golds golder than any rock in our history uncovered
Imbued vividly in this conscious bellow of smoke
Tremendous in its’ innate and natural palette and scope
A manifestation of hope,
A hope the man infestation does not corrupt this cosmic throne
But while you’re absorbed in this enormous portrait,
A force of astronomical proportions tugs you toward it
A vacuous sphere with rings of curving light in orbit
You acquiesce and forfeit, for it’s a black hole
And you wonder why it took you alone
Light years from your uninhabitable home
To unequivocally conclude the futility of human pursuit
Of anything we secluded brutes can compute
And ponder the necessity of embracing capacities of sympathy
To see you reap inner peace by needing others happy.
In comfort, you stretch towards the supermassive singularity
You see eternity warp into a vast plate,
Your lungs extricate a silent serenade
As you being’s atoms separate from all of time and space.
Drifting through space,
Problems evanesce when you’re face to face,
With the face of the planet, home to the ungrateful race
When liquid gold reservoirs and emerald planes fade to grey
Landfills made to maintain waste.
Free from the invisible pull of the world,
From here the scars we call borders are no more visible.
No line to show the soil our ancestors sequestered
And lands made redder to house rich and street beggars.
Why divide that which left cists to exist?
That blessed us with this paradisiacal bliss,
That you wished for ever since churches insisted
We deserved reward from a so-called merciful lord.
Rolling green pastures and blue skies adorned,
With oxygen rich air and no concern for
War, debts, cash, tax and politician’s pacts
With more freedom than you can shake a handful of cash at.
Free from laws obstructing you from perceived flaws
We can’t smoke draw, but our kids are allowed to go to war.
So how many of our problems are a result of the earth we scorn?
Umm, a vortex of air, distant virus scares, a diligent sun stripping their whole year’s work bare.
“Their”, the key word there, most of us have more real dangers we cannot begin to compare
Like those who cause us strain, just so they can make it rain
Or spewing scorching magma to maintain panic and pain
Minorities’ gain is sum of majorities’ loss
Ripping through earth’s crust, to accommodate financial lust
Children starve and wither away, while those with aid
Would rather wait for their vintage champagne to age
Killing animals for the thrill of the hunt, all in spineless fun
When faced with the barrel of a gun, we’ll see how fast you can run.
As you turn your back, your thoughts remain tainted bitter
A fraction of a pale blue dot is still mankind’s biggest picture.