Into the seventh storm
Beyond a pale ordinary morning
Stretched into the indigo of the day
Belonging in this new continuum
A part of us sunken deeper into chasms
While the rest of our body ascends on the way
Up toward the stratosphere's neighboring layers
Of varying electromagnetic signatures beckoning
The clouds to get underway and permit silent passage
To further escalate up to the exosphere into the stratum
Of satellites, thin hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, helium, etc.
These leagues may be counted from both directions in the
Same manner as planet Earth might be considered the sixth
Planet inward from Neptune (as classically the outermost
world as the E-string on an acoustic guitar) far out enough
To balance the scale of octaves from the music of the spheres
That's been emanating from our rather youthful parent star
For as long as we've been humming around these grounds
Stretched out beneath the Northern Lights with our worn
Out memories that will never fade only brighten like the
Tryst rings on our fingers that will linger in our minds
After turning all the pages in the book of poems
Of our stories having nourished us with astral
Light from the beginning of our lives
In this ancient substratum we are
Extended into the orange dusk
Before a bright odd evening
After the seventh storm
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