Quasi
Clouds
Molecules dissipate
Disperse & recoagulate
Breathing in & out
There is nothing more
I am mist, you are steam
We are clouds
We are drifting away
In one of many heavens
Blue light prevails
We dream perfect music
We hang from our tails
In one of many hells
We sharpen up our horns
Plotting our revenge while
Waiting to be born
Particles of light & particles of matter
Come together for an instant, then scatter