Today, I woke up in a cloud.
A fine mist acted as the feet of the cloud,
walking the white wall down my street.
The lugubrious beast left footprints in the form of white fire.
The brilliant flames slowly engulfed the mountain of sand across the street.
This mountain being the foundation of my home,
and many others for the last few decades.
“Oh, what a masterpiece is this?
What force, ruled beyond the normal aesthetic reality,
could have put all the glory of God in this elemental connection?”
I was thinking this as it was happening.
As I watched all the glory of God
devouring the edge of my roof,
and carefully pressing against the window, I drifted.
I was caught in a world between worlds,
a buffer zone.
Once I was settled in the world between worlds,
an overwhelming sense of nostalgia came over me.
This wasn't the first time my eyes have seen this world of particular white.
I have never in my life felt so lonely.
The strange thing is, in this nothing of a world,
I have never felt so content, so much at peace.
I had no thoughts,
for only emotion thrived here.