It’s like being a shadow

An exploding atomic mass bursts out in psychedelic streams
of raging fire, light and ecstasy

A being stands

Just drenched in a roving trove of super nova galactic
inspiration pouring over

A silhouette against the sun

Beyond it stretches an exaggerated protrusion
A roaming illusion of the being at large
A projection cast upon the earth
To charge a change from birth to death
Drawn as shallow as a breath
That may reflect the larger course
But none-the-less, is not the source

Our lives are but a shadow