Universal Mystic

Where are you from?;; The ocean?
mystical realm of the sea below.
perforated;; only by the
volcanoes;; to prove your
changeability.

You stare as I sail past;; Titan.
your secretive lair exposed with
bright camera;; negatives;;. only
to show flaws… never the
beauty.

Roaming for billions of years, i
become part of a frozen star at
center. gravity always wins;; no
escape from the galactic
earthworm.

Pausing on the surface, then
without effort gliding past the
event horizon;; virtual anti-particles
appear in my wake, but left without any
recognition.

Wanted… dead or alive…
This is all of our fates.