Crash
     and break
              and fall
Rush past me in waves,
I
will pass through this.

I am light
I cannot be affected.
I am a bodyless reflection of the sun
this flesh
is nothing,
I barely feel it,
barely live in it.

I
am barely here.

This body is temporary,
all of this aching
is temporary.

I
am transient stars.
I am the breath of things billions of years dead.

I am a ghost
finally reaching the place
they were sent to haunt.

So what does it matter?
Can the stars
answer your calling?
Can the sun grow any dimmer because you request it?
Can you pin the clouds
to the sky above your dry bones
with the might of your tongue?

Am I not all these things?
Am I not passing
fleeting
burning uncontrollably?
Tumbling through the void of space
only to be turned into folklore
when I finally snag on the surface
of this jagged planet?