Sunday, February 11, 2007

Moonage Daydream

Floating in the etheric conciousness of the outer realms semi-phoric pre-ambulance, I awoke to the sound of her voice. She sang to me from across the expanding expanse. Seperated by eons of transcendence and gulfs incalculable by human imaginings, still she begged for my prescence beside her. I struggled with the breath. I clawed at the inner filaments of my brain. I pleaded. I bargained. I compromised. Anything to wreck myself to do her bidding. If only, for one moment to stand in the engulfing light of her love and know joy. To know my purpose as only she could determine it.

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