Aether

burnt incense drops as falling stars blood pools in stagnant veins never closer: the distance between a soul and its existence the growing chasm between corporeal and abstruse seeing the eternal nature tessellating filigree spills across mind unfolding comprehension of fractals through entropy thoughts become as magnetic waves pulsing ceaselessly across dimensional planes recall existence’s source receive from infinitely branching pathways of consciousness with a quiet mind and ear set to floor hear the voices of spirits or the surface of the earth as it scrapes across stars relinquish self to the perpetual buffeting of the aether you are a god who would weep among cosmos feel name on tongue as it echoes through undone reality remembering the metallic taste of an interminable premortal life continually gazing at the heavens travel using the weight of being return to above