I journeyed last night.
The shaman’s drum kept pounding and with
Each concussion wave
The candle flame died and was reborn.
Now full
Now slight
Gone but for a wisp
A remnant and now,
At once, a flame again
Bright bright
Ephemera
Bright bright
Ephemera
Bright bright
I was the flame
What a joy to burn and shine
I wisped into near non-existence
What a joy to disperse
As I evanesced
Coalesed,
Out and in to being.
It felt like dancing.
Adam Byrn Tritt 