Breathe deep.
The match has struck.
Incense like,
my soul burns.
The breath that
tied it
to the flesh,
is released.
It wafts
into your nostrils,
and mingles in your blood.
I am you now.
I have no identity.
Only be-aware
the original spark -
now vapour,
has melted
in your blood.
Breathe deep.
-hk
