Sweat blurs my eyes

To the smoke

Seeping to the sky

As blisters

And breathlessness

Remind me

I’m alive…

The dive

Inward

Under a softer Sun

Renders

Reminiscence

And this insistence

To accept

The things

I cannot change…

Perhaps

The absence

Of the definite article

Sparkles

Only in

The fantasy

Of a hoped-for

Past…

The thing

Is no-thing at all

But merely

Smoke

On the horizon

Under a softer Sun

Letting it end

Where it all began…