Blissful immersion of the reflection of rays resting upon the canopy of primordial waste.

Lingering soft the mourning of the unborn night.  
Sighs a song soft, among the forever bright.

As now consuming the we begins evolving.

Pacing the spacing to shorter lasting.

Breath.

Peace.
As eyes gasp at now the created darkness which shrouds.
Just the simple remembrance of our purpose for existence.
Trivial. This missed.

As now engaging in illusions so polluting.
As death draws near.

Who are we. To you. Our seasons ending is resting from slumber.
Moving to take captive the longing of belonging and introduce absolute haunting.

Ask.

Pause.

Reflect.

Live