First it hits you. Pierces a dense vacuum.
Then it jerks a solitary tear.
As a nightmare, it haunts you.
Then it builds yearning. A craving desire.
It becomes that next breath - you gasp and choke.
And slowly the vitality is assured.
The paltry apparition of the same struggles against this wind of change.
Burn down what you worship. Worship what you burn down.
