i have taken the white road.
i am a ghost in this world.

i have walked through the prairie,
i have traveled the star spiral alone.

from a distance, i saw the storm
seed itself, so small and lonely.

it began to feed on all the sky,
it fed and it was hungry no longer.

no longer alone.

lightening in my spine,
thunder in my heart.

we lit the prairie on fire,
fire rainbow stretching across the sky.

i am not so proud, that i did not chase it.

whispers in my hair, you know i did
not catch it.

i did not catch it.

my hair is scorched, my soul is tired.

but there was nothing better than the
grasping and the gasping and the wishing.