Mystic Thought Prince

I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be here,

listening to my thoughts, stealing the sound of my keyboard as it contemplates

another compulsion to be heard in a void thundering in the blue floating orb

yet to feel the full force of gravity, as countless prayers pass through the ozone

to suffocate from no oxygen, blinking out, passing through,

let it be known that I know what you’re doing here,

but I don’t know why