Through The Universe

Through The Universe

by Keaton Foster



Upon a ship—
Holy shit,
I’m here.
Tumbling through space,
Weightless, unmoored—
No spin to feel,
No cage to know.
I float perpetual,
Gravity erased,
Nothing to grip.

Solo I soar,
Crew of one—
No machine hums,
No minds vie,
No beings stir,
Significant or small.
Blank pages wait,
Unmarked, endless—
A frontier unbound,
Touchdown a ghost.

This shell, my craft,
Human-wrought, stone-clad—
Smooth within,
Jagged and scorched without.
New inside,
Familiar out—
Much shifts,
More holds fast.

Through the void I drift,
Past existence,
Into escapism’s maw—
A singular oblivion,
A realism too sharp to bear.
Nature’s hand?
Human will?
How did I rise
Above a world
I longed to unmask?

These pages I’ll fill
With words unseen,
Unbelieved—
God might linger here,
But like life,
He’ll slip by,
Unnoticed as I tumble
A trillion light-years off,
Never near
Where I yearn to land.

I won’t bend—
A man with words,
Pages to stain—
The universe a trek,
A destination unmet,
A home unclaimed.
I chose this—
Cast off nothing,
Bade no one farewell,
Left all that was
For a beyond
My pen can’t grasp,
My mind won’t vent.

Infinite pales
Against this course—
A state unmoored,
Reality thin,
Duality shed—
Humanity’s echo
Fades where I head.
I’ll arrive, or I won’t—
Such is the drift
Of a mind untethered.




Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024