The Eye of Leviathan

   The void, surrounded in the vast blackess of unknown. This unbeknown to him like much of man kind was a world much larger than himself. He floated in the emptiness of a inconceivable depth of ocean, the stars so close he could almost feel his flesh fall away from the muscule, every breath he took, hot, painful and coal.
   He deepens further into the void, nothing but chills, frozen molcuses floating through the black veil. At times he wonders how long he had been floating, he lost track of which direction his home planet was. In fact he couldn’t even remember much about his home besides the small details like the way the sun felt from the ground and how the stars looked so small or even the look of the moon against the water tides.
   As I stared forward, I felt it’s grip. What was it, this tug that pulled me closer to the edge? I’ve passed by many stars, planets and blackholes and for a while now I was curious when the end of my voyage would come.
   The sweet taste of the supernova eclipses any scent of pleasantries. My body cold from the eons spend here, dwelling into chaos and galactic alignment. What is a God but a source of power that travel beyond space and time? I’m I that God or a juvenile in mockery.
   As I bathed in the ocean of radioactive star dust, the calming that rested into my spirit was that of a elephant standing on a chair.
Who am I really? But ego in depth, man with voice and mind but more than that consciousnes and existence.  Brown eyes much like that of your planet Earth and hair that coils. Strong winds of JJupiter are something to compare.
   It’s mind boggling isn’t it the flesh I let soak in radioactive dust would burner yours. These eyes that have watched a million super novas and a thousand stars be born, yours would evaporate. The breath I inhale, extraterrestrial gasses and dead planets would collapse your own lungs instantly.
   This isn’t to be braggadocious or pretentious. It is a view of hindsight for myself, a time when when our primitive ancestors could only dream of what we would become. Quite the speculations they held at heart but death was always the end road.
   Even one day for myself it is true, and what will come in my place? That I do not know, and how could I.  Friend, I have get to know myself.