The Galaxy And Its Gluing Gaze

The sky may

Be

Merely

A

Mirror

To the oceans,

But a 

Galaxy

To

Our

Minds.

The galaxy

And

Its

Gluing

Gaze.

The way we want

To explore

Space

Makes me think

We’ve purposely

Been trying

To destroy

Our world

To make excuses

To travel

The galaxy

In search

Of

Something

New

To

Decimate.

If the sky is a reflection

Of

Our

Oceans,

Then is the sun

A

Reflection

Of

Our

Fleetingly

Heated

Passions?

The warmth

The

Sun

Brings

Is quite

Like

The

Cold

The

Wind

Blows.

The air we breathe

Is built

By the 

Earth

And

Its

Natural

Being.

The

Rain

We 

Feel

Falls

In a rhythmic

Way that

Makes 

Even the mightiest

Of

Forests’

Trees

Sway.

Is the moon

A

Sweet

Delight

That our

Minds

Have created

To gaze

Into the 

Sky?

Are the stars

Nothing

But 

Specs

Of dust

On our

Cornea,

Waiting

To be 

Blinked

Away

In an 

Instant

As soon

As

Our focus

Shifts

Elsewhere?

What

Is

The

Galaxy

But our

Way

Of

Milking

Reality?

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