I was sitting alone, on a satellite called Pluto,
It was dry and freezing, yet I felt no cold,
There was a spark that kept me warm,
It was right above my nose,
It was a certain grey matter; more precious than gold,
On it were carved- stories of old,
And events foretold by mystic folk,
It was soft as a clay mould,
Yet hard as a stone,
It was filled with countless nano bolts,
Travelling through liquid paths,
Like dew filling spaces between grass in a Garth,
It had a lot of memories stored,
Stress multiplying by folds,
Yet it held on, providing warmth,
I thought I would get the most,
If I sat inside a red hot star,
So I floated towards the Sun,
Past the blue-ing cold of Neptune and Uranus,
Past Jupiter’s watchful eyes of Storm,
Past the scythes of Saturn,
Past the drying Mars,
Past the dying Earth,
Past the scorching Venus,
And past Mercury; Sun’s tiny son,
And I reached the Star;
It tried to halt me as I advanced,
Whipping me with its monstrous arms,
But I desired its warmth,
So I asked if I could travel to its heart,
After much thinking it let me pass,
And I dived into its gigantic pool of flame,
Tears of joy vanishing into fuming air,
I pushed myself hard and reached its heart,
And saw it burn every membrane,
Like fire melting every screw of a burning train,
My screams of pain ravaged every galactic terrain,
And then I saw it all fade,
As my soul started to liberate,
Like a plane taking off a congested plain,
I could no longer feel my heart, or my brain,
It was not a loss, but rather a gain,
I exploded like a bomb under a sack of grain
Shattered like a glass house pelted by hail
And shimmered like Sun lit rain,
Thus I let go of everything I sustained,
I was finally unchained,
Faster than light I sped through the Milky Way,
And found an empty place in a star filled space,
Starting to concentrate on cusps of fate, I let myself separate
Into a fiery mass of blue, red and orange,
I was now a Supernova with immense light in my hold,
And into a circle of all consuming hate,
I was now also a Black Hole, darkest and most bold,
I was facing the duality of me,
Fed by celestial thoughts that surpassed insanity,
They surpassed the logic of humanity,
A part of me was overflowing and other empty,
I started to consume light by collapsing stars into my black hole,
And illuminated the unending skies around with my Supernova’s light,
And then I waged a war between and against myself,
Two forces of mine cried for a fight,
They stood left and right on a board of black and white,
My Supernova grew in speed and my Black Hole in might,
The former created an arrow of blinding light,
And launched myself onto my former’s pit of darkest night,
And I felt myself collide,
My Supernova fell into my Black Hole,
I felt a sting of hot and cold,
Letting go of my hope,
My will began to subside,
And everything within me died,
The strings of time were denied a tune or rhyme,
Words of my soul fell out of their lines,
And then in the impurity of emptiness something pure came alive,
And like a rush of all emotions I burst into life,
My eyes flung open to light,
As I completed the mystical journey of my inner life that defied time,
And returned to the world of my outer life,
As a Labyrinth of Crypts without lies.
~ Rafi Mr.Green.
