Mikah

A climb to great heights

is nothing to the fall.

The flickering lights

are applause for standing tall.

The velocity, the zero G

is an ends to a means.

Falling is free

and the key to barred dreams.

The stars are written juxtapose anomaly.

Uncertainty is the canvas in which I write.

Turbulent be my odyssey

but my end is to light the night.

I am a commodity who’s value

overshadows precious gems.

My luster internal, with a hue

that blinds mortal men.

My silence mimics neutronium.

I’ve stared long and hard into the abyss.

My speech is a modicum

of phenomenal bliss.