Heedful I observe

Dust flying within sunbeams

My limbs stretch out and around

like the arches Of the sun

Sprawled out on material cloud

wide eyed

I rise upon it.

But do I truly get rest from it?

I lay in a puddle of hot hues of orange

Slowly sinking into it so deep

I wish to plunge into its depths

I welcome it.

Everytime I welcome it

It loops like every breath taking

Right before I aw...