where is it we go when the energy shifts we see the tree stands strong rooted deep and soaking sun and water only to be transformed metamorphosed to desktops and old-time pencil shafts it exists still further explored to the fire pit homes heated though combustion this smoke travels into the ether becoming yet another form dissipated and displaced but real nonetheless when I slip into smoke what will be left to circumnavigate the globe particulates of Sam jet streaming to infinity like so many forest fires our mingling energy the very air you breath