Orange Gates Poem by Earnest Gatuma

I was strolling through Orange Gates
Till when I felt strange about the ambience
This new space stargazed in dark matter,
Needed an accurate navigation director
Like Droid 3-cpo,
If prayers were successful projects pushed,
To the becoming realm,
I would still rely on my set of skills.

How I would program my droid skin?
If 'future' allows transfer of ones mind,
Predicting smoke particles displacement,
Prospect precision in Brownian motion,
Hydrolysis of sub zero blue ice gain in value,
Tesseract directive on time orientation
Like grapes for wine then dopamine is fine
Sun's phlegm drenching the crimson gates
Optic beauty is a mystery of wild results,
Orange will be new in black retrospection.

Prolly big energies like wormholes is cause,
Conscious beings tapping cosmic loopholes
Deliberate direction of quantum gravity
God's equation a string theory harmonica?
Relativity bringing forth duality in matter,
The instrument and it's symmetrical twins
Unimaginable numbers of dimensions.

For quantum details or instincts reliability?
Either is an extra terrestrial connection,
Mind created or surreal both are,
Telepathy might be a wave transmission,
Vague isostatic resonance both measurable
From Stardust we once could've been.