Only passing through

Burning, burning, burning.

White wisps of

angelic whispers catch

on fire. Layers of solid

evaporation surround a

passing event.

“And who are you,

Young One" demands

ones mind. The answer is

found in the endless

rise and fall: waves

of rebellion. Breath

now, for the air

it thins…

-The light turns on

and I -humble-

cannot sea.

I rise high, as I fall.

Do you believe in

the vortex?

A swirling amount of matter

-fall.

Up, Lucifer pleads

guilty.

So sing, sweet

silver lining, we

are the blessed

middle ground.

Little lambs,

only passing through

clouds.