Astral Odyssey

When I look up to the stars, I ruminate on death. 

I am not unhappy, yet I yearn for his sweet caress.

Rather, I am tired of this realm,

and there is knowledge beyond my stardust body,

That will never be found on this suspended rock.

I am tired of mundane, of humanity, of trivial…

My heart wants release, my mind wants flight.

If my soul could leave my body it would burst forward like a rocket out of my chest, 

I would land among the stars and seek refuge with legends. 

I have countless questions for Ganymede; and while he answers…

I will help him prepare for a new age.

How will I ever come to understand the wonder of the universe,

Or tune into the great collective,

Trapped down here in Ptolemea?

Preachers, pain, wars, and kingdoms of dirt surround me.

How is anyone to transcend when the air is poisoned with fear?

Oh, how I pray to the avian lord Aquilla!

Please, carry me away on the back of giant, gold-feathered, outspread wings!

I don’t care…I will live with Zeus, my thoughts, and the stars. 

And on Earth, they will think me quite bizarre, for ending my existence,

And constantly asking “Is there life on Mars?”

Perhaps, I will fly to Cassiopeia and converse with her for a while.

We’ll talk of her banishment and wonder if it would have been different, 

If she had not been a woman, 

or been cursed to live on Earth during the age of men.

Soaring through the sky, I’ll seek out Orion and plead with him for rescue.

I will explain what Earth has become and he will sympathize,

For he has been to hell. 

My King of mixed-blood and the hunt. 

I will point and he will aim…at businessmen, bankers, politicians, and the rich.

He will pursue them with Sirus his bloodthirsty bitch. 

His wrath will be extraordinary and terrifying.

And when retribution is at its peak, I will run, unnerved,

I'll shoot myself like a star on towards Ursa Major.

She’ll protect me with her large paws, sharp claws, and mightier jaw.

I will hide with her…for we understand each other. 

Both with a grizzly visage and yet we both know,

What it’s like to be forced to hide inside yourself, and for that,

Unable to go back home.

After all this when I am tired and lost, 

I will struggle to go deeper into the cosmos,

Cygnus will come to aid me,

He’ll guide me in grieving what I have lost…and together,

Deeper we will delve,

Into Ganymede’s Crater and sink, to the bottom, I will drown.

Here I float in celestial waves,

Of knowledge and of peace,

Finally, I will know what existence means.

And when the emergence of a new age comes, 

I will be poured out by the water-bearer onto the earth,

Waves of consciousness crash against blood-stained dirt.

I will cry and wash myself clean,

As Aquarius sings, of ascension.