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Chasing dreams
along the Milky Way
awestruck following those
pluming glittered trails
of astral kaleidoscopic tails.

High upon an intergalactic mezzanine
where spaces have no words to say
and lost breath shadows worlds aglow.
As asteroids ride the rockiest of rails
and lightyears pass at the pace of snails.

Chasing dreams
with the Woman in the Moon
whom cast Her light
with the back of my spoon.

I frogleaped Her with leggy wings a-flight
by jumping on a collapsing Black Hole’s monsoon.
The pelting icy rains from Saturn’s ringed delight
helped my surfing spirit shape-shift into a flume.

Chasing dreams of cosmic wonderment and vitality
that will become our cahooted extraterrestrial reality.

Chasing dreams of eternal inspiration
is as easy as breathing in and out
on an evermore, celestial vacation.

© poormansdreams

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