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Past the bounds of Heaven

Once understanding's perfected in a sphere

And through the glass of infinity

outwards to unsung airs

The flower mates repeatedly

 Every crevice a rift in times

Passing the last of the created worlds

The physical and spiritual dissolve with the mind

No Virgils or wisdoms to guide

Only sight that's made anew

This one sense if that it be

Even this seems askew

The great doors of nothing open

And as the mirrors towards me loom

The airless ether bejeweled by crystals

So far away, blazing like super moons

A mirror of space portrayed

Or rather the concoctions of my thoughts

The ether like jelly engulfs me

As existence to chaos I cross

33 years I've floated through nothing

Those moons still as far as before

Yet my thoughts do not turn to insanity

Looking ever forward, hoping for new shores

But me thinks my journey's ended

33 years and no new thing

The moons, just lures alluring

And farther, me from existence they bring

In the world I'd be not even a memory

A life unregarded as time flows

Even the angels would confuse that pilgrim

Who passed their lands so long ago

Heaven and hell shut off to me

My spirit remains somewhere bound with my soul

Even the heavenly bodies have forgotten my existence

A shallow footprint in a storm of snow.

Why was I allowed this journey?

Why the blood clot in my veins?

I would have bore life's vexations

Endured all of realities pains

But as I'm pulled out of cosmos

Like a raft in a tempest storm

My hopes die like my body

As through this nothing I am borne

Pray God remember me reader

That the ancient of days has not forgot

For hell cast me out

God forgive me,

For asking "what is beyond Heaven?"