“What am I doing…”,
She drifts thermochromically,
Lightly spiraling in combative
Sleepless waves, galactically.
He manically gleams,
Shooting fantastical laser beams
While he hums chauvinistically.
She chases repetitively,
Nautically penned, senses,
With what could actually be
“The how’s, I now know”,
He easily promises
While (s)he heaves,
Nonsensically half swears
Types of touchless expressions layered
On red exoskeletons when they reached the exosphere,
Conjuring historical archives on glossy screens, going up
Articulated thermodynamic scenes, through past lives
Liabilities within christened thermospheric times
Lost in not so distant meteoric realities.
Brilliant wonders searching for what one found in
The other, disintegrating yearnings at the mesosphere
Proportionately connected into lettered stratospheres,
Their arthropodic bodies strategically strapped into cushy seats,
Prevented their teleportation abilities,
Powerless in their adorably disappointed
Tiny android anthropomorphic forms, sobbing,
Lamenting, apologetically at etude tropes that surmounted
To breathing difficulties, unrelenting at tropospheric altitude peaks.
Unicorn breeds of centaurs
Unctuously strangled pages
Nihilistically on nebulaic planes.
Air Forces throttling controls to prevaricate
Actionable miscellaneous sounding
Unable to liken the situation to a calm, the
Forestalling of heat coming from realities accelerating
Kinetic energies inducing gaseous compressions,
Remotely, was left unresolved. Where strangely unreadable
Frictions, regrettably moaned, inside the SpaceVoid’s passenger
Compartment; a once conceived novelty, the first.
Horrid horns in repetitive crescendos start blaring in section-Q.
Planetary fissions have been happening frequently at The Acrux
Rotary Sphere’s. I run to the gravitation ships located at the Heart
Sector of Spiral Headquarters, racing down the steps at the helix
Guard railings, fervently sliding down towards the atrium, now
Congested with silhouettes in lines, practicing each blasting hex
Gained during the last virtual-motion training simulation at HQ.
Weaving variant pulses in flaming arcs of formations inside Isogriv
Visual Optics from implanted chips. Swiftly, in order, they shrunk
Quarantined debris in conjured tangerine electric laser cages. Ting:
Eradicated masses within a blink. Garrulous cries chatter at marvels;
Neglecting the death count. Tainted brigades of a fleeting aberration.
Morose rebuttals of abhorrences inside this forgotten spaceship,