Spaceships

The stars are full of spaceships 

and they watch me through

spinning crescent telescopes.

The sunrise is not reality

my friends, the night never ends

and I still have not slept.

My ethereal plane is ever waking

and it pulls into the spectrum

of striking lightning.

The screen in my eyes is black

and it is cracked from you

but it is hovering on the moon.

A window in the shuttle

shows me the surface of pain

and takes me everywhere

but back home.

The crystal shatters for

the vacuum of space

and I fall apart in dust motes.

I become snowflakes

on Pluto's highest peaks

and swirling smoky waves

around Saturn's ring.

The veins of  history bleed 

away into the seas of galaxies

that drown me out

and I can taste the copper.

Coursing through the twilight are

spaceships with crescent telescopes

that watch me through this 

infinite, perpetual black.

Reviews

[Alessander]

Ground control to Major Tom

This was a fantastical galactic journey. Ends awesome

Coursing through the twilight are
spaceships with crescent telescopes
that watch me through this
infinite, perpetual black.

From dust motes, to Saturn's rings.

Good stuff. Didn't even need acid!

[wordman]

well i know first hand this is true since i was abducted several times,,lol
i liked it,but who cares what i like,,right !