The cosmic falls, this distance beyond gravitational bounds
Where plunging waters dissipate into astral mists
In the belly of some ancient god, the stars, illustrious, countless,
cast upon the immaterial universe,
like the scattering remnants of a tremendous explosion.

I am lost, searching for direction,
in an immeasurable plane that cannot
be quartered with cardinal points,
nor ups with downs, before nor behind.

Into a vision that continually expands
until it is swallowed by a greater vantage point,
beyond what I can see, each realm
enclosed within the other, an ever-growing
macrocosmic god’s eye view,
any point of reference related to here, this place, now,
is indistinguishable from the opulent enigma that surrounds it.

I am somewhere within nowhere.
Where seemingly unimportant arms of spiral galaxies,
twist, churn, fold over illuminated gaseous horizons,
Where the great star ocean is ever abounding.