Clouds - Quasi

Molecules dissipate

Disperse & recoagulate

Breathing in & out

There is nothing more

I am mist, you are steam

We are clouds

We are drifting away

In one of many heavens

Blue light prevails

We dream perfect music

We hang from our tails

In one of many hells

We sharpen up our horns

Plotting our revenge while

Waiting to be born

Particles of light & particles of matter

Come together for an instant, then scatter