Without weight or friction, I surge toward a skyward-spear of ivory. A caress of beautiful strings sheds me of my skin a hair-breadth at a time. I weep liquid gold from the cuts and scratches.
I leave the tattered and torn behind. Unity, acceptance, peace are the only languages here.

Lead by the coal in my heart, it pulls me with the strength of a galactic singularity. Naturally and without effort. Every delightful shiver that wracks my body during my ascension leaves a ribbon of enlightenment in it's wake. Tiny fluttering strips of tranquility to mark my way.

I come to the pinnacle and find a euphoria of fluorescence. A perfect resting place amid the purity of snow.
I enshrine my ember in apotheosis.
Pulling it from my heart with all the reverence I can muster.

Marked with a drop of my life, I begin another journey. Shrouded in earthen robes, embroidered with the experience, I descend a step at a time.

10:03 p.m. - 2014-11-03