Monday, 6 June 2011


by Stormm

As I enter my craft, it begins, a barely perceptible hum. We steadily tilt,

lifting. Gradual weight shift, motion adjustment centered, now focus...

Light as a feather the Orb launches, aureole silver jet black leaving wafer

thin purple-gold streaks. Up, up, rising further off world, we cruise fast

glide smooth, hover in slow motion. Every so often drawn to the windows,

I'll catch myself gazing back to stare breathlessly, in awe at the planets below.

Oh wow, what a rush! Third eye pulse experiences elicit equally

ecstatic external responses. Violently tossed hair cascades cool skin while

climbing higher, to ride out wind shear against air currents. Down updraft

through bleak stretches of dead-cold space.

Ship's movement in synch with under my guidance, we execute vertical

angles surf amid space wind.

Notice the time portal shimmering, near X21's outer limits, "ah just one

small quick turn". Damn! it was right there.

Now blinking rapidly, shaking head incredulously.

The whole galaxy suddenly just, it just suddenly disappeared...

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