Fathomless Echoes Of Eternity’s Imagination

Sailing along unaware

Bumping and crashing through time and space

Like flies trapped in a bottle

Unable to seem

Although our walls are clear

Endless space abounds

But then lungs contract

The air of our time runs out

We drop down

Over and over

The lack of ceiling spins

A vortex

Pulling up yet pushing down

As though even cosmic omnipotence is

Conflicted

The explicable try to control

What has become lightning in a bottle

Energy passes through glass

Extending towards eternity

Though its power never ends

It merely changes

Akin to sand into glass

Many grains blend to create the new form

And these new shards are the stars

The stars that will fall and shatter the stained glass of our imaginations