Rising-
Higher and higher into the sky,
Smoke and fire
Reflect in my mind's eye.

Flames-
Sweep through my mind,
Like billowing waves-
They flood my thoughts,
And set them ablaze.

They wash over the paths
That my memory runs,
Collecting and gathering,
Changing- and moving on.

Forging together,
In the burning glare-
A being- ever changing,
Though unconscious and unaware.

It dances within
The borders of my mind,
Touching me, moving me,
It and I intertwined.

Out of the fire-
An idea was born.
Marching- floating- flying-
Into the ever changing World.