I was a breath upon all, touching
where others had not navigated
in essence. I had been there before,
even foot steps hadn't even been trod
upon by either animal or man.

But as I wondered the expanse my
substance began to disperse in ever
quickening momentum. I was all
but then I became threadbare on
existence and faded from form.

All was non-caporal then as I
realized I was once again substance
and form. I saw the surroundings
what was before me. I was static in
momentum not traversing as before.

Lingering in solitude not of a translucent
form. But now I was of consolidated
essence, I was neither of movement
but in this silhouette I had time to ponder
many things that I hadn't thought before.

"Wind is but the breath of all others,

But then as a static object I thought?

*"Static I watch the world in-depth as I hadn't before,