Painted in the skies
are mirages of infinite paradigms;
images refracted and reflected,
glistening like the shutter of a camera.
Painted in the skies
are the schematics of a fortuitous existence;
an ontological explanation
hidden in waves of space-time.
Painted in the skies
are the gods that remain voiceless;
projections above the biosphere
spread below with infectivity.
Painted in the sky
is the assimilation of cosmic significance;
the conception of utter rapture;
the ecstasy as the universe enters us as poetic verses.
Painted in the sky
is our purpose.