Galaxy Our Playground
Lifting to the wind crashing,
body lifeless down below,
no one can see my shadow,
soaring to my destination.
I am gone!
Come fly with me,
wrapping the constellations,
covered in glorious light.
The gods who light up the night sky,
wiggling with us.
Reaching out their starlit fingers,
as we pass by.
Drowning in the freedom.
The galaxy our playground.
Pinging down the gassy streams.
The outlines of us.
Creating a new spiral galaxy.
In the far off places,
hidden to the naked eye.
Spun in the river of the Milky Way.
The whirlpool grabbed us,
flung us into Magellanic Clouds,
ting-tap-ting-tap
we roll on the clouds.
Fluidity with space, no time,
the sounds are not heard, but felt.
Swelling in the black sea,
of nothing and everything.
Hovered above ground,
we played.
Suspended in high flight,
never touching always there.
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