Onset is slow; you’ll
Wonder if the sensations are true
Quietly then unnerving
The more fall in tune
Rapidly picking up
In tempo
Face turned to the sky,
Invisible to the naked eye
But the sound forms
Puddles on your skin
Feeding the dunes
Left between drying limbs
Enabling the endless cycle
Of rebirth and death
Extinguishing burning feathers of a phoenix
Smoke draining from the sand
Choking life back into dried limbs
Death and rebirth —
An endless cycle of what matters
Continuous reconstruction of a life
Within lives
Will anything actually ever die?
It doesn’t matter because instances
Are never remembered : lives are not transferred
From one to another
The selves we know will never
Overlap with the others unknown