Crickets in the night
By the beach in
Torchlight are overwhelmed
In sound by
Monkeys deep inland
Stars twinkle
They get louder
You’re in space
Flying through the
Black at mach six
The sounds and sensations
Of that beach follow
As you soar with
Constellations
Drums from the seance
Pound
Yet the spitfire sound
Reached out so far
Pressure builds
Your mind collapses
And you’re in the void
You are the stars
You are the constellations
Running forever in the
Endless cold
Where the things stitched
Together are not what
They seam
You are
Seven billion suns
Five billion
Years old
Pieces of everything
A cosmos purity
Consume Reality! 