The words
The verses
The whispers of wisdom and grace
Floating out in the atmosphere
I am with them
High in this sky
The air is thin and cold
My human body is gasping for even one breath
One life sustaining inhale
Sweet
Yet I can taste the rising pollution on my panting tongue
I can feel them
The syllables forming beauty around my mind
So close
To translucent to grasp
Reaching out with my hands only to find dust
As my brain comes out of my latest illusion
The only thing I find here;
Is a hollow shell of an earth that I used to understand