Space Travelling Locomotive Of Chromosomes Poem by Vision Ghost

I am sat on a train with the yielding thoughts brought to a new surrender
When tears augment suspiciously as a liquid exhaust in all its splendour
In a cognitive concentration so powerful that I raise my level beyond sight
That I have a music note slowly unlocking in my head which I will set free
Across and above the highest sky as a tone of untouched infinite for all to see

Open my eyes and you won’t see me staring back at your own reflection
Yet the mapping of this navigation to a thread pattern free of linear duration
Like a mist of the unfathomed in ghost like physics somewhere in space
Exempt of gravity when released like thunder bolts from stars in shapeless trace
Something of a cordial music sung by a thousand angels from the hearts of hope
Encased by the race of human form unspent, so far uncultured yet inalienable

Devoid of linear tracks from my space travelling locomotive of chromosomes
Each one defined in their own community of encrypted courier Ribosome’s
What if RNA could be a translatable voice how far would you reach to be heard?
My shell as I am of late encompassing the greatest yet smallest catalysis
To acknowledge this inventiveness to form the key in my hand to unlock them all
And spread some idea of music in a billion individual voices all subscribing to my call

So step aboard your own methodology of space travel and tell me the secret
Of where you would like to go today even now when acceptance is something to encrypt
Multiplicity of the boundless and infinite potential of direction right here inside
Gains barely the sunlight of truth and acceptance in which we forever try to hide
Shuttered away in fear of the judgment which in itself bears utter irrelevance
So thus this exhaustion of potential embrace would work if only in dilution of distance

Upon your light years love would be an enigma forever captured and never let go again
In the new rarity of cognition in full reversal of the consuming over crowded ignorance of pain
Isn’t it something that you may cry in a crowded place and no one takes a notice of you?
Yet when alone without the masses of potential reconciliation no one will ever hear you
So what do we have working in conjunction of so much to offer from within ourselves?
That we are forever in social restraint before you start learning how to fly
So perhaps I should ask you once more, upon your space travelling locomotive of chromosomes
Where would you like to go today?