The mind is sent into the universe to drift;
The images it initially receives, and sights it conceives,
Are distorted and contorted by red shift -
Still every conception it perceives, it diligently retrieves…
The ingenuity set out on an intergalactic expedition,
To perform some astrology and cosmology;
(Exploring the extragalactic) with full intention,
To correct the course of the psychology.
It lifted past the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere,
Thermosphere, and exosphere – far beyond the atmosphere;
Leaving the local super cluster and the nine planets behind.
The mind would muster all the ambition, in the hopes to find:
Some new intellectual inspiration, and profound luminosity;
On a stargazing migration, travelling with extreme velocity.
The mind traveled at “impossible speed”;
Faster than light, it would somehow exceed.
It was moving so rapidly that constellations, and heavenly
bodies fused;
Yet, to decrease the speed of the vision, it would not – it simply
refused.
All of a sudden, it saw the flash from a supernova;
The dying star ahead, (instantaneously) became a black hole.
The conscious felt like a sort of universal Casanova,
Penetrating this beautiful rift ahead was its sole and only
goal.
The mind didn’t think twice, and was inside,
And on an awesome current it would ride.
The consciousness felt this excursion was orthopraxy,
As the hole lead him to a whole new-found galaxy.
…By mediation, the mind found astronomical focus;
By dedication, it arrived at the galactic locus.
In zero gravity, in dark matter, a gaseous nebula appears;
The electromagnetic spectrum shifts, and the red soon clears.
Before the mind, in the seemingly formless cloud;
An indescribable structure - is hidden in the shroud.
The conscious found this distant quasar,
And collected its treasures like a bursar –
Finally, it returned to the corporeal essence,
Where the imagination has achieved quintessence.
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