Vocal Stimuli

Incalculable three dimensional realms
flutter through vision's mathematical
particulars: extensions of time; space.
I twist my miniature form and focus
on a distant non luminous body;
celestial, its expression cold, mute.
Absence flicks colours across this notion
which propel my wisps along solar winds;
colourful furious dance-like beauty.
Dust, rock and fresh liquid intermingle
with a gaseous ghostly envelope,
I zoom in, pass its flimsy barrier
as stutters of motion capture my probes.
Gigantic structures rush about: fast-paced
circular vibrations carry curious
water and organically stretched protein.
　
Chaotic movement crashes wonderful
life against my mind's vaults; opened to soak
in information - downloaded bliss blinks,
perhaps I shall remain and observe this
new environment for awhile, maybe.
While I decide I decode inner light,
recognisable characteristics
greet my intellect with warm remembrance,
analytical banks reveal defects
in communication; vocal stimuli,
not viable manoeuvres its wide self
into position - primitive beings
can not understand, notice my presence
and so I leave them to their devices.