time is fleeting
incandescent fire is shooting up into the sky
an orange to a blue, a conceptually profound blue
something deeper then space itself--
it has been here all along
waiting
for time
to find it
beneath everything fathomable
we are expansive
                            flying as smoke from a fire
we are productive
                            accelerating as industrialization did so
we are imperfect
                            crawling as I walk to a opulent eventuality
we are human
I fell into it--
floating into
an infinite odyssey