A Fingerprint In Space Poem by Vision Ghost

Dance, keep the dance of mitigating stereological fascinations
Adorned in condoning of the ever science in such explanations
Far too fantastic yet perhaps in the truth if be not so rhetoric
For the disregarding of a simple illusion for digging a trick

That sees the dimension beyond third and sometimes fourth
As ghosts perhaps are overlaps of one space, somehow morph
Between the parallels of reality unseen and yet so theorised
Can find the pieces but not the guide, is anyone so surprised?

Standing now timeless yet in a fleeting moment of an evidence
Partitions from one understanding to the next in conference
Forgetting we only see what has been already comprehended
As too much can be seen as impossible in externals so mended

Woven into the thoughts of the disbelief of that which is why
We always smear yet never recognise the outer box to yet rely
On that which can encourage new possibilities or new realities?
Could you live with the change of all things in complexities?

Can only now take this mind so far as the target of higher levels
Forever so elusive as all construction in thoughts now so revels
In the corrosion before all the chronological fathoming fades
Like the fine tune that was now forgotten in such blurry shades

Thus explanation to the scientific and sceptics is impossible
Before the laughter and before the theft of ideas so plausible
That a source of energy of all things tapped into every child
That witness apparitions of time before growing from the wild

If space is so continual then why limit ourselves to patterns
As it can’t really be that hard in exploration to all that discerns
After all, even the stars we patterned in constellations based
On myths; they weren’t originated that way so we’re faced

Not everything requires a point of reference so remain bespoke
As the reasoning against war of humanities fury that we stoke
Destroys any chance we will ever have to acknowledge a race
To everlasting comprehension leaving our fingerprint in space