Moonlight Propels

7/15/96

Moonlight propels,
drags forth upon my journey unknown
challenging the distance of imagination and feeling

Dreaming, waiting, wondering
into the sun.

Nuclear fission,
the ultimate in passionate entropy
unleashed in a constant storm of 
brilliant rulership,
lording over the blackness,
drawing me forth.

Diving into the corona, 
blistering at the touch
stripping away my skin,
muscle, blood, bone, bile.

My mass compresses
fighting the gravity of this situation,
hurtling faster and faster and faster
no longer by moonlight,
grasping me, pulling me, forcing me.

At once I enter the center,
and I burst.
A million tiny particles of myself,
streaking away upon hydrogen steeds,
pulling me everywhere and nowhere,
showing me everything and nothing.

At once I'm through, propelling to the outside once more,
my senses are mine,
my heart, mind, body are one.

I catch a solar wind and ride it,
breathing the wisdom of something so old,
gliding along the paths of eternity
and nothing shall ever seem the same.