fleeting, keening, freeing
life is a moment
taste of air
smell linger there

crumbs that come off
falling further
tumble down the front
rest below til found again

long in front of others
mind goes wanderin
dropped what it packed
before making it back

shake it all about
see what comes up
what falls down
what's still around

quenching barren
refreshing lost
baste under the Sun
whole again, every end

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 590 AF.