So many variations.. And I’m here..

We’re here…

So much time..

Elapsed cyclicles… 

And this organism has been established..

A space ship my soul loves to pilot…

Long bones… Deep flesh… hair of wool… Broad chest… Strong back.. Graceful maneuvers..

Yah, I really like this spaceship…

It’s the easiest means of communicating and expression.. A bit restrictive but it works for what I need..

Long ..lanky… Elusiveness..

An art that displays exactly what the artist intended… Mold me … Form me… And I will be… We will be as perfection intended..

No matter how long the sun blazes the shadows never change… Century after century reveals the same silhouette…

How dare you barbarians strike up the nerve to come into a righteous queens presence…

The gumption and gall to feel entitled to any space inhabited by righteousness..

Bone thugs.. Skull and femur…

Pagan ritual… You’ve observed and studied well…

And your boisterousness has allotted you the power of impudence…

You’ve laid pillage to antiquity…

You don’t even know how to orient the high sciences of the universe…

Let alone defile the royal temple..

You may not speak the language of the gods…

But you understand the image… No matter who rules the kingdom… You understand the periphery of the extract: the shadows proves discernment…. 

Galactic thuggery… You’ve witnessed and guilt glistens from your your nervous demeanor… Access your sorcerers and they will let you know the time is drawing near…

Your rockets can’t boost and I’m still ticketing with mine.. There’s galaxies to explore..

And shadows to be casted…

So much time to travel.. And so many variations to be…