Stratosphere of the divine

It was night-time, watery moon

I took a wrong turn somewhere

Cars' lights were all blurry, or maybe

I felt too fragile to survive the neurotic reality

Where they sell you dreams on machines

And illuminations seem like an hallucination,

Everything floating on quite nothing.

Or am I a soul set adrift like a cosmonaut?

I needed to find a space to breathe

As there is no knowledge down here

But we know it, or I know it, my friend

Humanity is whimpered with exhaustion

Chasing up virtual hopes and roads

Waiting for fresh rain under azur skies

But am thinking, where’s my limit into this?

While I try to plough through this surreal world

- There is somewhere, somehow -

Here, A blooming jacaranda

There, A chrysalis to be caught

Here, The stratosphere of the divine

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