Vapors

Made from the quantum plasma

Silent in their plane

Released from the form

Into eternity born

Life languishing

Life scorned

Soul sucker

Trapped in the realm of continuity

They swell with the bubble of nothingness

Just a vapor of the vanquished

And the spirit of the spirit

Whispers a name

That cannot be heard by mortal ears

Only the shadow of being

Merely the echo of a scream

Passing through everything with meaning

Communicating with the electronic

Waving goodbye to the magnetic

Leaving the tingle of a kiss on all who pass through

Their place remains the same

Silky like smoke

Forgotten like the pyramids of the ocean

Mystical in their myth

Dying for a breath of life

Flying like feathered felines

Feeling forlorn forever

Just a sliver of the soul

Caught in the net of time

They wander alone

Forever searching for the body of the past

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