Consciousness and form pulled from all directions
screaming out against the cosmos in a vacuum
                                                                           silent
there is no place for us amongst the stars
they burn for dreams that end in death
                                                                           rebirth
not fire or embers or kindling
we are invisible heat lifted to the night
                                                                           rising
when the wind catches us in its tantrums
it carries us away until we are nothing
                                                                           dissolved
We are places all around – moving
until cooled – and naught but the movement remains
                                                                           sifting