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.