M D A

The scintillation is momentary.
White diamonds in a haze of smoke
fly into a distant black void. 
All the fleeting fragments
piece, unfurl, delicately curl
into unruly bodies-
release and flake into
enlightened, alive eyes. 
An all-encompassing breath, 
until the moment passes.

Out in oblivion,
we are but wanderers of the soul.

Time waves,
as we fly by.