translation
writing
language
expression
Smoke
writing
poem
Murmurs and matter.
I’ve wandered through hidden planes.
Ashes are potent.
They mean change.
The universe has its own chemistry, just like my body.
But I have not always been what I am now.
Orbits collide and particles dance
as cloud-waves ascend and uncover me.
I reside under crusts.
I am—and I am more than cells.
Simmering seconds and blurred stillness:
Morpheus—god of vision.
Stripped to my essence and held
and cradled by the air I breathe:
a flesh-coloured dream.
Aether floods me.
Born from water and fire I can only evolve.
PAWAKA, my flame, you changed me.
Visible light and tacit now, my spirit is smoke.
translation
writing
language
expression
Smoke
writing
poem
Murmurs and matter.
I’ve wandered
through hidden planes.
Ashes are potent.
They mean change.
The universe has its own chemistry, just like my body.
But I have not always been
what I am now.
Orbits collide and particles dance
as cloud-waves ascend
and uncover me.
I reside under crusts.
I am —
and I am more than cells.
Simmering seconds
and blurred stillness:
Morpheus — god of vision.
Stripped to my essence and
held and cradled
by the air I breathe:
a flesh-coloured dream.
Aether floods me.
Born from water and fire
I can only evolve.
PAWAKA, my flame,
you changed me.
Visible light and tacit now,
my spirit is smoke.
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