A poem I made with a hidden meaning, can you guess it?
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[i]Someday I’ll break the ferromagnetics that bind the earth.
After that, we will fly to the nearest satellite.
Breaking the chains of gravity around me,
These celestial humors that this infinity creates, comes to life.
But seeing you all alone there on that dwarf,
I reach out my corona to you, but I hurt you as I do such a thing.
The beating of my heart resounds, though is tilted as you say “HE!?”
And as the impulse of the strings play such a useless symphony.
If only I catch, even your tail, as you fall into the abyss.
Someday, this comet I see upon this sextant, will be named after me.
Although my problem is, is it just a satellite?
I wish upon you, oh, shooting star,
Wishing upon this one-sixth of a “heart”
Such velocity which travels at mach speeds,
As I stare through this kaleidoscope, all I can do is breath.
My heart is a simple pendulum, on a perpetual motion;
Swinging on this equation called: “Love”
But the chains of gravity make the solution undefined.
Sometimes I wish that this saddening humidity
Would just be absorbed by the sparkling desiccants.
As the rosin slides through the strings and makes new stars,
The pull of gravity is so immense, I’m stuck on the ground.
If levitation was possible, I would do anything to find you,
Repeatedly search you through unending space.
Even if it makes me a paradox that repeats forever,
I will continue to search no matter how much gravity there is.
Somehow I will reach Spica or Denebola,
No matter how much I am changed by the scintillators.
I only wish for this tiny star,
To be caught in the cybernetic link of others.
Sometime the universe will revert back to the Big Bang,
But only particles say the true story.
I reach out through this blue, little circle;
Unluckily, all that can be seen is one-sixth.
Somewhere in the lunar phases of the moon,
You can see the uniqueness of this satellite.
To the newborn or the full-life, I wish for bliss;
May you be in the ends of the multiverses or right here.
I reach out my hand to the multiple stars upon the sky,
Only one-sixth of this world will ever be able to hear this message.
But that’s okay, I reach out my heart–
The sparkling of the neon blue upon the stars,
Upon the stratosphere, we cast an aurora,
The planets shine in psychedellic way,
I reach out my simple heart–
The crescent moon smile upon such peaceful night,
Upon the winter solstice that shines so bright.
Once again I reach out my simple heart:
One-sixth of a circle,
A beautiful sextant.[/i]