Her sleep is sullen, gently does she move
the garments that adorn her.
Creases forming over time,  
ridges adorning her higher reaches.

Upon these elevations does life cling,
majestic in its existence.
Beauty hides in grace and a thirst
for survival. upon high there is
No good or evil only life.

Upon the highest reaches of this breathing
world, where breath is far and in-between.
You will find a place of wonder and desolation,
each in harmony. Life is death and existence
is but a moment passing within creases..