The Flesh Feels

Sadness rests
remembering the fire that burned.

Indifference supports this
complacent and uncomfortable sadness.

As the smoke fills the night sky
so I too raise my being into heaven.

The dusty particles become trapped inside me
while my sight is consumed by starlight.

As I rise
so must I fall.

To earth I plunge.
Violently, I land
without reason to catch me.

Burnt embers mark my body.
The flesh feels.