Floating, wandering, saunter,
Hot, compressed— maybe even colder
Shimmering balls drifting the darkness,
Evident through my orbs despite the farthest.

Come afloat, come along,
Glide around, hollow yet strong
Dead silence, solemn world,
In the blink of an eye—
I caught up hurled.

Released through the interval,
Fetching my inner balance,
As I caught up hovering,
On the white and glimmering orbit.

I had been placed into this position;
I didn't even expected a sudden gyration
Levitating around— spin, rotate, continually twirl,
Releasing my arms for the never ending curl.

And once a strong, robust force pulled me away,
Caught up a gust of heavy stir as I pulled through the distance
Wincing, yet kept staring the spacious sky from where I came from,

I'd just realized; the shimmers and orbits shrunk.