If there ever would be a time to intervene within this scene that casts a perplexing, but keen screen over the dimenional light beam that shines through our seams.
Now would be the time.
Divinity wipes off the sooty look about a human being refreshed like a phoenix through flames of infinity that he stepped through willingly just to see what it would do.
At that point as he feels the process of skin to ash, ash to dust.
He realizes how he would rewrite his new life.
Casting aside the past he once called home and embracing the thought of being alone with only his bones, ****** altered spirited with the scent of a celestial cologne, the undertone remaining from what once was of him.
So that though he may travel on a road of a different direction, he is subtly  aware of his original complexion.
A soul is everlasting, but a body goes through wear and tear to share itself like a ***** for the universe.  
Can it only be that we are supposed to go through this cycle of living through each body and understand the vain, pain, suffering, smothering and uncovering with out attaining nirvana until we run through it all? Why must we only have a memory of a past life?
I want to live in a simultaneous construction without combustion so that I may see, feel, breathe, create, destroy, believe and never fully hold on to one emotion.
Let me ride down the hill and find the potion to transform me into the ocean.
Interstellar sea, let the beggar be.
The archer over me, a banner for the free.