Caught in a haze of whirling
mass of happenings, I stumble
and try to hold on to a sense of
reality; muted feelings clash with
swords of sharp brutality;
I am a twirl of smoke
lifting aimlessly; you breathed
and I was shattered, breaking into
many tendrils of me, futile attempts at
gathering myself; I drift onwards and
I dissolve into nothing. I am, yet am not.
You, my creator and my destroyer.
Blow once more, so I might rise again
from your mouth into the maze of ecstasy,
till once more I am lost within the void of Time.