When you are left alone to slip into the seer,
cherish that moment. For the sky in us can
sometimes get caught up in flight.
You, freshly woven in transparency,
should remain still in the darkness like
sitting potential on a mountain.
The glimmer in your eyes tell a story
Of breakthroughs, casting shadows of
a beyond filled with nothing but
praise and delight.
You are one of us now, I can see.
You have turned toward the light.
But there is a catacomb with your
leftovers underneath your trembling legs,
where thought and identity still lurk.
So, come with us to the sky and bring
your heart only.
The timeless language is ready for resurrection.