It comes to me by way of sleep and paints me galleries,
Naturally fastening my eyes on a mental masterpiece,
Who's facets speak a language that no human can repeat,
Enthralled, stars sprawled, marching through endless night,
Smoky clouds setting sail on the black and purple heights,
Heaven's might in repose, silent prose, solo flight,
Into places no one knows or even sees until I write,
Galactic plumes shooting blooms of colors never named,
Neither fathomed or proclaimed as a part of the mundane,
Never tainted, never stained, never lost in dark or pain,
So much beauty to explain can't be saved inside a brain,
Too much to contain, even when not too much remains,
I work and strain to make this visual, do I work in vain,
Celestial sublimations configure me to travel spaces,
On elevations of dimensions never graced with other faces,
Explanation and reason left without consideration,
Complete and full amazement causes energy displacement,
I'm still complacent and safe diving into a sun,
Becoming a part of fate without faith, mentally stunned,
Everything is one, I am the center, symmetrical Zen,
No physical pen to hold me trapped in, waiting to live,
The hues of a bruise all around never spoke so true,
Cosmic dust in clouds of crimson ranging to blue,
Nebulas and galaxies too large to shun what they are,
Content at heart, I rest forever under blankets of stars.
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