Words, thoughts racing like shooting stars
Bursting into life then flying then dying
Every creeping ant, every blade of grass
Wets the eyes
Of those who have been touched by fire
Everything... significant
Profoundly... important
Cosmic connections coalescing
Like constellations on that first night
For eight days... I lived
But something, somehow
Somewhere along the way
Changed,
White doves gave way
To black dogs
And that is the ascent into mania
A descent into beautiful madness.