Waving my farewell
to the base of the sky,
I explore the abstractions
of several millennia’s making;

the claustrophobia of corridors
disappears as the doors widen,
the chasm below expands,
touches of reality fade away.

Transcending the wreckage 
and grief,
ascending beyond the weight
of the sunken earth;
prevailing against the turmoils
of life’s upkeep;
never to descend
into old pulses.

Every spirit has amassed 
into a formless cluster,
as no shadow dares invade
the divinity of the lifespace;
my eyes are crystalline 
and fatigue has fled.

Yet slowly the chasm calls
through a regained heartbeat
under the sky;
familiar voices are shouting
in an unseen distance.

As the formless assumes form,
as the breathless draws breath,
I descend, improbably,
into the chasm of clouds.