There is no spirit in spirit,
   as there are no drops in the
                                                   ocean,
                                             one body.

     Only in the turbulence do we see
          the ghosts, phantom shapes
             of separation.
              (Kami sparks from the Fae fire)
    In those shadows cast from the
  splash, (wave of the I, the Id swimming)
are them born of a name.

     Here, I find myself in form,
              in a constant change and decay,
              a flame mapped shade
               on the mirror walls of consciousness,
        in the fade, eternal emptiness
               of the endless breath i'll never catch..

                      and again inhaling.