Cellestial Symphonies

The world
a crystal ball
with swirls
and tales for all
it rolls
but never falls
two poles
to cap it off .

Mystic
and ballistic
nothing is meant
to ever leave it .

Around we go
out there , we're not alone
are you scared
of the unknown
past the glare
of known black holes .

Wieghtless , towards the light
violins , screeching high
operatic voices sing
high over aquatic
earth brethrens .

A cellestial symphony
terrestrial to infamy
how do we know
what we can't see
a mind implodes
at possibilities
from DNA codes
to after we don't breathe
we are diodes
a blinking energy .