I race the stars in silent flight,
beyond the bounds of day and night,
where time bends soft, like
whispered dreams,
and nothing's ever what it seems.
A flicker-gone before it's known,
no tether, map, or milestone shown.
Through cosmic veins I blaze, ignite,
faster than the speed of light.
Past galaxies that pulse and spin,
beyond where time itself begins,
where shadows stretch and moments fold,
and secrets never dare grow old.
I ride the pulse of phantom waves,
slip through the cracks of spacetime graves,
not bound by laws, nor held by might
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just thought and fire, pure insight.
No ship, no shell, just soul in flight,
breaking through the endless night,
a whisper, echo, burst of might
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faster than the speed of light.
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