The mental telepathy of the rock that floats

gains knowledge of the asteroids that do not know the meaning of gravity.

 This chastity of plasticity and fakeness is outrageous,
 its tasteless!
Yet, its poison in the ocean of thoughts.
 I swam past a shark who knew how to speak to my soul,
he paused my play
 said a word to my soul then played me and swam away.

 Since that moment I’ve gained a new birth to this dirty earth.
or clean version of chaos,
I floss my teeth with mental grief and pain that strips the brain.

Now,I rain, and recline on my deities divine work of creation.
My play station is entertaining,
 I’m playing and gaining the knowledge of my ancestors ideas.

My career is levitating I am graduating from dumb to enlightenment.
 the book I've read that left me to scratch my head has become my life puzzle ounce reread.
now that I’m dead ...... I have no idea of what this poem just said!!!!!!