There.
A flickering light.
So close,
above me.
I grasp and reach for it,
heave and leap at it,
just a fingertip
away now
from the sun that burns
a hole
into this nest
that I climbed into long ago,
I clamber up the dry,
forgotten walls,
the light beaming,
engulfing the shadows,
dancing with the dust ghosts,
this nest is
rumbling and grumbling,
spitting and stewing,
a quake in the making,
falling rocks,
crumbling into
a shower of dust.
A fresh new soul
emerges from the earth and rubble.