Carrying his world on his back,
The turtle swims through the galaxy,
Swirling past the predatorious stars;
Who exist only to consume him.
His eyes focused on finding the
Colourful womb from which he was born,
An explosion of dust, exhibiting
a mirage of lilacs and teals.
The ecosystem upon him
Knows not that their world is seeking death,
They obliviously look at the sky
of a psychedelic distort.
Come to die where he was born,
The ancient being, the wise turtle,
Living through multiple millennia;
Has reached the end of his life.