The body of the plane II

Is this trip of another time, extended for the love of one's life, or is it a construed illusion that had suddenly befallen one's mind like a venereal disease's rapid invasion through the human bloodstream? Has a great spirit of the universe stirred up the poet's tested mind with words and signs to jolt him up from his bed's crumpled covers at the crack of dawn? Dusted above the cloud-covered atmosphere to breathe in words of love, falling like scales from the eyes of his mind, feeling love's imminent communication between this love to be of such passion, he wished to be hot and yet innocent on its impossible path between the stars, for a fateful meeting of love's powers that'll crash together with interplanetary speeding towards the fulfillment of a prophecy indicated by the birth of the body of the plane the poet traveled on from continent to continent, from the dark lands to the purplish light above the city of enlightenment in the acts of mind, body, and soul, a most stirring journey to his love he wouldn't yet know if it could be completely fulfilled with the star-cross lovers to emerge, carrying the banners of red hot glow engraved on their radiating denuded bodies.