Ether
Read by the Poet :
I rise on the wind, the ground losing its purpose, expanding, growing, filling the ever deepening horizon, and yet, my eyes soon fog.I am in the unknown, a limbo between normality and the unbound. The ground dissolves into vapor, and a new world is born.
I float and look at the past below. How small the large seems, when looked upon through the ether. Mountains like ripples and the canyon less grand.
I slowly descend, gently touching down on reality. It is for the best I say, for gravity makes me human, but the sky allows me to dream.



