I am sat on a train with the yielding thoughts brought to a new surrender

When tears augment suspiciously as a liquid exhaust in all its splendour

In a cognitive concentration so powerful that I raise my level beyond sight

That I have a music note slowly unlocking in my head which I will set free

Across and above the highest sky as a tone of untouched infinite for all to see

Open my eyes and you won’t see me staring back at your own reflection

Yet the mapping of this navigation to a thread pattern free of linear duration

Like a mist of the unfathomed in ghost like physics somewhere in space

Exempt of gravity when released like thunder bolts from stars in shapeless trace

Something of a cordial music sung by a thousand angels from the hearts of hope

Encased by the race of human form unspent, so far uncultured yet inalienable

Devoid of linear tracks from my space travelling locomotive of chromosomes

Each one defined in their own community of encrypted courier Ribosome’s

What if RNA could be a translatable voice how far would you reach to be heard?

My shell as I am of late encompassing the greatest yet smallest catalysis

To acknowledge this inventiveness to form the key in my hand to unlock them all

And spread some idea of music in a billion individual voices all subscribing to my call

So step aboard your own methodology of space travel and tell me the secret

Of where you would like to go today even now when acceptance is something to encrypt

Multiplicity of the boundless and infinite potential of direction right here inside  

Gains barely the sunlight of truth and acceptance in which we forever try to hide

Shuttered away in fear of the judgment which in itself bears utter irrelevance

So thus this exhaustion of potential embrace would work if only in dilution of distance

Upon your light years love would be an enigma forever captured and never let go again

In the new rarity of cognition in full reversal of the consuming over crowded ignorance of pain

Isn’t it something that you may cry in a crowded place and no one takes a notice of you?

Yet when alone without the masses of potential reconciliation no one will ever hear you

So what do we have working in conjunction of so much to offer from within ourselves?

That we are forever in social restraint before you start learning how to fly             

So perhaps I should ask you once more, upon your space travelling locomotive of chromosomes

Where would you like to go today?  

By VisionGhost © 2009