The Ballad of Cosmic Space Girl 
 

My golden nymph, how could it be? 
Trapped in nirvana's tyranny, 
what once was clear you now can't see, 
your mixed up mantras beckon me. 
Through the haze of incense burning, 
I see you crouched, keenly learning 
of Buddha and his eightfold path, 
which rejects greed, envy, and wrath. 

You sit beside me, lotus style, 
with folded arms and all the while, 
discourse on Zen's enlightenment, 
your singing eyes, with beauty, glint. 

Golden idols, Eastern clutter, 
on your mindscape spread like butter, 
intrinsic meaning, mystic thought 
escapes your lips and adds to naught. 

Reading Buddha's teachings to me, 
speak poisoned wisdom carefully, 
you drag me to my inner light, 
you brainwash me whiter than white. 

Your silky hair is waved with gold, 
my Venus, in your hands you hold 
my soul, my mind, my everything. 
As I write my thoughts are crumbling. 

Your madness has eclipsed my sun, 
my invisible seams are now undone. 
I spill onto the marble floor, 
a sea, in which your ship may moor. 

You gave your love, unspoken poem, 
to one, who will, in madness, roam 
through passageways of amber light, 
searching for truth, find it he might
 
 

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Nick Kellaway 
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