John Prophet

Crimson Fog

Sailing 

through the

crimson fog

to places 

never seen.

Soaring past

strange

worlds, 

stars,

galaxies 

and 

time,

I be.

Seeing universes

as they 

once were

and yet 

to be.

Sliding

through 

alternate

realities 

seeing all

that could

possibly 

be. 

Dazzling vistas

as far

the eye can

see. 

Sensing only

what my

senses allow.

Knowing,

it be the

tip of 

a deeper 

reality.

One I 

will never

see.

Caged in

my limited 

reality I be.