Celestine Cycles Of the Torch and Mr. D

"Celestine Cycles Of the Torch and Mr. D"

Looking outside,
seeing buds bursting on boughs long bare,
a testament to spring.
I bring to you a sensuous rose,
you can't touch it without eyes closed.
Take in the scent,
the feeling of sweet petals caressing you ever so softly,
Ever so lovely,
Birds sing while the minty grass grows.
Lord knows I'm no good at writing mushy prose!

Hyperspacial My Tye techniques take me to a small nebula near
what you humans call Alpha Centauri...Suddenly,
I'm cruising down a boulevard's moving sidewalk
at 150 klicks per second,
Flash! Boom! Crackle!
go the sparks in my hair as a super nova explodes.

A Red Giant and a White Dwarf with no apparent brightness
ask me if I've seen the Torch and Mr. D...Bewildered,
I tap my glorified globular cluster as an unstable
massive substellar object rams itself into the Red Giants cranium...I laugh,
he explodes planet stuff all over my fatigues.
White silicone tears drip hotly from the White Dwarfs face,
as it unloads it hypothetical hypothesis
totally unapparent brightness...Meanwhile,
The Asylum Choir plays music to the heavens of my mind's eye.
I wonder what it's all about,
these questions about the Torch and Mr. D.
Mr. D being me,
and the Torch,
being he who burned the rationalizations of my minds eye,
I'm the private eye protostar of the universe...PZIT!
I contact a binary district attorney from Alpha Centauri,
an alien with two minds,
not blind to the My Tye ways of the space lanes...Suddenly,
asteroids rain and comets die as I explain:

It all started when I met a love goddess from Venus.
Her name I spluttered from my orifice, "Ambrosia!"
She said, "One time,"
while multicolored shadows begot the onset of my nuclear reaction
from reading the "Cycles of the Torch,"
"The force of the attraction between all masses
will cause collisions between heavenly bodies."
As my infrared heat radiation goggles cloud
with smoky purple steam
my pulse rises to the occasion without due caution...I proceed.

A beep at the entry portal and a disembodied voice,
asking for a, "Daughter?"
How should I know she's a runaway Betaziod from Venusiod.
The Def Alien told me that any bipolar outflow
with high-speed jetting gas is a criminal offense.
Me and my monkey get into my Mitsubishi.
I My Tye the hell out of there.
The event horizon black hole sucks me in...FLASH!

Walking down Fifth Avenue,
I throw the "Cycles of the Torch" at my feet,
rocking to the chaotic beat
only I can keep in the
present, past and future!

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