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I was tip-toeing across the galaxy
trying not to lose my balance on any particular star.

balancing carefully, chasing the thought of you

Your trails are complex in my imagination and
I search the hazy halls of confusion.

Crossed Orions belt twice,

for imaginary luck!

My only consolation is

we are somewhere in this same universe
Though never sure which plane

I catch a glimpse of your colours...
I speed through space and time, there!

again! a glimpse near that star!

must be where you are! 

I race towards that sun,

the hope dying well before I reach it 
a feeling so hollow

I want my soul encased,

to feel the physicality of my pain
that I can clutch something tightly

and find some small relief

from this sub conscious form

I miss The heart flutters,

the skin tingles,

the aching loin...
My flesh long burned away

from a particularly messy passing

though welcomed,

you had gone,

and I wanted to be too.

But now?

Oh, how I ached for its responses,

for the comfort in the finite form.

This existence is one of a consciousness

willing itself into creation

The form of all born. 

All the knowledge of existence
in all it's forms,

reduced here to Pathetic words

of an inept language
naive and incapable

of the divine expression of love.

In truth there is only one emotion.

The categorisation too limiting,
so gladdened to be free

of the immature understanding.

All is one and one is all,

the same as creation=existence.
But even here in this enlightened state,
The control of existence is unknown.

I hear the faint echo of the naively called 'father'
"Why do you still go against my creation?
Why will you not follow

what I have spent eternity

labouring over for you?
Must you hurt me this way?
Must I continue to watch you

burn tragedy through all existence?"

My dear Devine source,
I respond in conscious

forgetting the source hears me
You could never show me colours like my beloved.
Will you not ever just once,

allow this grand expression?

You and your tyrannous rules!?
must i prove the impossible,
that this existence is wrong! 
there must be a better way!?

The source feels further

and I feel like the stars are shining less.
The good and evil in me balance, yet,
the one emotion

propels me to every corner of every star,
my birth is eminent

and I want to make a soul agreement soon.

Frantic!

I must find you!

This is beyond the realms of creation.
This is less than existence
There must be more,

I traded home for you.

Will you not come?

Will we ever prove

that within the confines of existence,
there is something new?

something meant for just me and you? 

Frantic!

Manic!

My star has risen.
My Mother Earth calls.

Another eternity away from you
chained in my earthly walls.

Sub-conscious.

Conscious.

Soul panic.

The One.

Lost

amother painful

Existence...

without you.