used to

used to feel the actual thrust of our planet
before i knew that it was spinning one thousand
and fourty two miles an hour
upon its own axis

and i used to
dissolve in the gnosis of a runaway universe
expanding at a break neck speed simply to experiment
with its own existence

i used to scoff at boredom and even regret
recieving the go ahead nod from the everything
telling me that morality is a casuality of duality
and that none of these apply to the assembled aggregate
that is the all

I used to fly, literally levitate
until i wanted to show someone
then somehow
it was gone

there was a time
that i was honest.
truth wasnt lost in the translation

i used to be inspired
i used to be able to marvel at my own momentum
and even lend a jump to a brokedown traveler
i use to be able to sleep peaceful
without any aid
i used to
be