Superstar

Amongst the prevalence Of audience, I'm in my Element. Paradoxical mix of Energy and Peace. Intense blissfulness. Pulsating and Profound Chorus of Harmonious sounds. Six billion on the ground The only spotlights On me now... Conciousness ceases To exsist As the galaxies stars Have made me rich. The orbit of a Mystic. With each syllable I align their universe Elation Over my occupation. Swirling constellations. My lips emit Ignited comets Pluto melts In my grip. Nebulas implode in my mind As I meteor shower Wisdom into black holes Engulfing the masses. Momentary immunity for Intellectual paralysis. My glare Beams rays of light. Within ultraviolet glow, Ultra violence is exposed. No shelter in shadows. The blind's first sight. My voice bellows, Constant rise, Gravity is a friend of mine. Infinite echoes as My prophecies inhibit Revolution. I remain mellow. The deaf hear it clearly... I remember when The world proposed to me, Heroes and villians on two knees, Praying for Holy matrimony. But I already wore Saturn's ring And saw the universe as my family. They deemed me a superstar. Extraterrestrial Inhabitant of celestial. Showcased like an all-star Iridescent to the near Iridescent to the far. I stare at the six billion As they star gaze back at me With the same look I always see, Stupefied and revitalized. Neurons in hyperdrive. Their core values have Took quantum leaps. Spotlight eclipsed, Standing ovation now comes, So for today, My cosmic job is done. -Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng