A climb to great heights
is nothing to the fall.
The flickering lights
are applause for standing tall.
The velocity, the zero G
is an ends to a means.
Falling is free
and the key to barred dreams.
The stars are written juxtapose anomaly.
Uncertainty is the canvas in which I write.
Turbulent be my odyssey
but my end is to light the night.
I am a commodity who’s value
overshadows precious gems.
My luster internal, with a hue
that blinds mortal men.
My silence mimics neutronium.
I’ve stared long and hard into the abyss.
My speech is a modicum
of phenomenal bliss.
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