Wandering Through Poetry

Three: To Tell The Stars We Are Real

to the book I read forever times quintillion,

with an excerpt that says, "sometimes truth is stranger than fiction."

it had me wonder a little while galaxy to think beyond milky way,

that somewhere reality lies greater than great unexpected fantasy.

far beyond gigantic thoughts enormously hovering endless queue,

of fearful exploration expelled anonymously ginormous universe.

what's left behind endless reminisce takes me back at present,

where me and you peacefully travel the wide wild star agent,

but to where have you gone? and where was I lost?

that every universe and its little dust tempts to shovel us back for a toast.

then I'm raging like Elmo's fire landed hungrily,

hoping it was you I'd met before I went crazy.