The Final Hours

My mind crashes through
at a thousand miles an hour ,
ionospheric blue
the colour of her flower ,
mentality in stew
I throttle at full power
I got to get to you
in the final of all hours .

Speeding through  
across dimensions ,
the laserbeamed moon
it holds no tension ,
she's coming into view
of comprehension
a satellite not new
of great suspension ,
the solar extension ,
I hold her aprehension ,
I'm one of very few
to tune this wavelength ,
I am in the playpen ,
she only has to say when ,
orbicular of ocular
my eyes don't see
but talk with her ,
my mind does read
what speaks in words ,
someday miki
we will be heard .