it is in (considering) that vastness, stretching out
unknown in every direction
where i can sink or swim
soar, or find my wings caked in mud
spin, spin, spin away
i am a single tear glistening
the breeze cooling my cheek
heart breaking if i remember impermanence
and (falsely) believe it is all there is
it is the vastness, endless
a space beyond hours, a place no flesh sighs
closer, closer than a breath, always near
even for a life lived one hundred years
where my soul resides
even as i sing into the first rays
of morning