A relapse in regret;
a creature accustomed to
climbing currents of air
brought low by vice.

Death and rebirth occur;
a cycle caused by our condition.
How can we return alone from
this Endless afterlife where one
never recovers?
Not fully.

Listen for the whistling whispers, for
even ash will rise when blown by
a strong enough wind; soon to
soar once again,
buffeted by lover and
stranger alike.

by Erik Shinker