On Being The Milky Way

"Drink from me."
That's what I always say to the
backpackers, trippers, bohemians, and
sedentary tv watchers of the cosmos.
"Drink from me and become wise."

Beyond all doubt and pretense,
I can honestly say I am the way,
and I say this without any pomposity
attached to my words.
Beyond my expansive dairy-light, there
is nothing but cold death;
a miserable proto-space of empty particles
and delirious winds.
There is nothing truly beyond me.
This is why I frequently say, "My way
or the highway to nothingness."
"My way or zilch."

Because you can read these words,
it must mean you have evolved to a moderate
or advanced level of self-awareness.
This means you have followed "my way".
I have given you the resources, means,
skills, intelligence, and the will to survive
within my spiral-body of immense proportions.
Everything else took to the highway.
Poor fools.
Hapless idiots.

"Drink from me."
Your bones will grow strong,
and your mind will grow branches
that will support the weight of
gargantuan fruit.
"Drink from me and become wise."
Indeed (pats my own back).
My wisdom is supreme.
Galactic Wisdom.
Bloated Cow Wisdom.
Utter Simplicity Wisdom.
Rich In Cosmic Vitamins Wisdom.
Everything Wisdom.
This is what I give you-as-me.
I give you creamy happiness, and
silky dreams.

I warn you now:
never go beyond me.
The proto-space...the emptiness...
the great vacuum...he or she or it
promises nothing.
So, stick with me, and churn in me.
Evolve in the atmosphere of my spacious spiral.

Never leave me.
Please don't leave me.