A part.

When the chrysalis catches wind,

I drift like seeds along its veil.

Stoked as coals,

Hot in ash,

Yet cool in motion.

There are moments in this drift.

When the gravity of one station pushes unto,

But the vortexes of proposition speculate…

Furthering Possibility’s grip.

Cast like currency in currents,

I am nothing more than a satellite searching.

Pinging the antimatter,

Singing into the inky well.

Forever a part of you,

As you have riven this being,

Creating all manner of human,

Notion after emotion.

Forever a part of you…

I flow.